The homeboy is hairy

Ok so let me set the scene for you. I am sitting in my church history class today at 8:30 listening to an inspiring lecture on the trinity and the Christological controversy, great I know. So because of my boredom I begin to look around at my homeboy that always sits beside me in class. No, I don't know his name because he does not talk, yeah he can he just does not, so we have never actually spoke. Here is our relationship. He arrives to class everyday approximately 5 minutes before I do and sits in the same spot every day. I too sit in the same spot and have to walk behind him in order to get to my desk. Homeboy is not the smallest guy in the world but he is not huge either. However, he is the guy that when people are trying to walk behind him, he will not pull his chair up, instead he just leans forward, like that helps. So today I was particularly mad at him because as I walked in I see him wearing a obnoxiously small Nebraska Corn Huskers sweatshirt that laid particularly snug against his chip belly. I would say beer belly but he does not strike me as the guy who would drink, he does strike me as the guy who would eat a ungodly amount of chips. So today as I go by, he is at an all time back level, to the point that I could not even get my leg through for his chair. He refuses to acknowledge the fact that I am behind him so I begin to knee him in the back in order that he would scoot up. Let me remind you that I still have not said anything to him, this is all just nonverbal, scoot your fat butt up, communication. So I get by and sit down and class begins.

Now for the good part of the story.

About half way through the class time, I begin to look around because I am bored. Many times I enjoy staring at the homeboy in the face because I think it makes him nervous, as it should, and that is funny to me. So today I am staring at him and all of the sudden I notice something. THERE IS A 1/2 INCH LONG HAIR HANGING FROM HIS NOSE. I am not joking, this is by far the longest nose hair I have ever seen. I mean really, I may be wrong but the last time I checked hairs do not grow an inch over night. So I keep staring in amazement at this hair. As class progressed the hair began to take on a mind of its own. Everything that homeboy would breath the hair would dance around on his face. It would go in and out and up and down. By this time I am holding my hand over my face in order to not let people see me laugh/puke. I am serious it was so funny. So all of the sudden homeboy decides that it is time for him to rest his face, I guess his head was getting heavy, so he puts his two index fingers up his nose and just rest his head on his fingers. SINCE WHEN WAS THAT ACCEPTABLE.

The moral to this story, the life application is this:

Pluck your nose hairs. You do have enough time to make sure you do not have a inch long hair protruding from your snout.

Have a good day and stay tuned for more funny things that people do around me.