Nose Hair Shuffle

found himself doing something of a nose hair shuffle, cause’ when she rolled over & looked up lovingly (ode to early twenty-something bliss), soaked in her own juices filling up his present world with an aura of salaciously sensual & succulent saporific scents sending seductively saltigrade & sensationally sentient shudders speeding throughout his body--- because you see, up until this moment, no lady in his bed had ever commented on the fact that those little hairs were flailing, or perhaps he had just hit an age whereupon the time spent on trimming such hairs seemed to be more appropriate, than those younger years before. so he took the hint, jumping up, making his way to the bathroom, looking for a small pair scissors, but to no avail & he then began to panic, looking for an electric razor (but he knew he didn’t own one, because he never bought one), but again, to no avail--- all he had were the disposable razors which he used to chop away the 5 o’clock shadow, which he allowed to grow over the weekend, before he had to mow the lawn & return to wage slavery on Monday. after stepping out of the bathroom to take a quick gander at her laying sprawled out with her legs open, he jumped quickly back in front of the mirror, picked up a disposable & tore the blades upwards across the bottom of his nose, getting rid of the wild hairs that she had pointed out only moments ago, while also slicing himself, causing a flow of blood which handfuls of toilet paper took an embarrassing amount of time to mop up.