Early morning scrapings are particularly irksome at the moment.
Every morning, as I slowly gain my senses, I become aware that my nose feels chocka. A trip to the bathroom is a must, and it seems to take longer than ever these days to scrape out the pipes with a tissue. There's always an irritiating mixture of soggers, hard rocks, and the dreaded comet scrapings - partially solid, with a soggy tail attached. Of course, the hard rocks often slip around on the surface of soggers, occasionally disappearing back up whence they came, which is very irky.
This irkiness can be offset, however, by the gold prize of scrapings - a Lance Special, whereby a hair is speared through a crusty effort. Incredible scenes.
Every morning, as I slowly gain my senses, I become aware that my nose feels chocka. A trip to the bathroom is a must, and it seems to take longer than ever these days to scrape out the pipes with a tissue. There's always an irritiating mixture of soggers, hard rocks, and the dreaded comet scrapings - partially solid, with a soggy tail attached. Of course, the hard rocks often slip around on the surface of soggers, occasionally disappearing back up whence they came, which is very irky.
This irkiness can be offset, however, by the gold prize of scrapings - a Lance Special, whereby a hair is speared through a crusty effort. Incredible scenes.
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