Not the Kind of Trim I'm Usually on the Prowl For

Seriously. I can't take it anymore. Next time I'm in a room with more than four people I'm passing the hat to collect for a gotdam nose trimmer. Jesus Christ, the hairs coming outta my nose, are you kidding me? Scratching my eyeballs with every breath. I can't say I'd be surprised if all of a sudden a Buick drove up lookin for a wash. Fucking hell.