Very little has the ability to make me sick more than the length that some humans choose to wear their nose hair. With the amount of time humans spend admiring their reflection, I fail to see how some say they do not notice three quarter inch long hairs protruding like vines out of a rock crevice. Sometimes I stare, because any minute I expect a small simian to slide down and take a shit. What the fuck? Do they not care that any minute one of their fellow nostril owners may regurgitate at the sight of this hostile arrangement. Seems more thought should go to trimming the proboscis  instead of the juniper bush, but that’s the folly of man. A bit of advice to you who choose such methods of mate attraction: wear plastic clothing, just in case your choice of nasal bouquet triggers the gag reflex in your fellow man, and next time you trim your lawn or bushes, try running one of those loud devices up each of your disgusting nostrils, you unkempt fuck. Have a nice day.