Just.... just stop already.

Doesn't matter how much of the nose hair I trim, one of the mustache hairs goes looking for a northern neighbor to get friendly with and I gotta yank that sumbitch out.

...and then you find, that one, is tied to the main nerve to the root of your monkey brain when you snatch it out and go into eye blinding brain flashes and epileptic sneezing fit for the next 30 minutes...

You mean to tell me that ain't supposed to happen every time?

Yuck! Dudes, trim your damn nose hair! Period!!

Naw, see you've got it all wrong. I can trim up there daily, and still get the one wily mustache hair that decides to reach up instead of down and it's all over. It's why I led with "mustache hair" instead of "nose hair" in the title. That one mustache hair will find anything in, or about the nose to tickle and I'm devolved, right on the spot.

Tell me I'm not the only curl-beard here. I can't be.

Someone once died from one these hairs reversing direction and growing into their brain. True story.

Just singe 'em back with a Bic lighter...the resulting smell will go away after a few days

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Originally posted by sigmonkey:
...and then you find, that one, is tied to the main nerve to the root of your monkey brain when you snatch it out and go into eye blinding brain flashes and epileptic sneezing fit for the next 30 minutes...

FFS, give a guy a little WARNING! I laughed until I damn near choked. And needless to say, BTDT...

Sung to the tune of George Strait’s Where the sidewalk ends

Where the nose hair ends
and the mustache begins
They said goodbye
on a cold dark night
I'm not afraid to trim
you bet I'm not
Where the nose hair ends
I missed a few

I can recall a comic strip that I saw in Mad Magazine around 1965,66?
First frame Guy with a long mustache.
Second frame, Twang. the mustache looks like it took an electric shock, all frizzy.
Third frame, the caption says "no matter what, you can't train nose hair".

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Originally posted by Bisleyblackhawk:
Just singe 'em back with a Bic lighter...

Yall keep reminding me of past experiences.

I was at a fast food restaurant once and the paramedics were called to check out an apparently homeless man passed out at a table near me. They shook and yelled at him but got no response. Then one pulled out a Bic lighter, lit it up and put the flame directly on the tip of his nose! He didn't even flinch, so they threw him on a stretcher and carted him off. Guess they wanted to make sure he wasn't faking!

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Originally posted by sigmonkey:
...and then you find, that one, is tied to the main nerve to the root of your monkey brain when you snatch it out and go into eye blinding brain flashes and epileptic sneezing fit for the next 30 minutes...

And once again, I laughed so hard my eyes squinted shut and I couldn't finish reading the paragraph. The wife calls from the other room, "Are you all right?", and the dog comes over to see if I'm going to live through the seizure.

Then I calm down, read the rest, and laugh some more.

Thanks, I needed that!