Snottin' Around With Mr. Mucus

"Loooook who's stoppin' by, the little fucking bastard!" He comes into style at least once a year, but he doesn't impress me all that much. "Mr. Mucus coming to blow up my spot?" One more thing on my plate, and it is green boogers. A sign there is something definitely wrong. "Wait, it's not snot, Itsn0t. But no, it is snot! Dirty little booger, you can run down my throat, but you can not hide!" I will find you.

Don't you think you're being a little extreme? "What have I done?" I'm always shooting off at the mouth before thinking. "Mr. Mucus I didn't mean it! I love your fucking suspenders, plaid pants, and badass demeanor. Your hat is cool. Who else is so round and profound, to give me that toothsome half smile, and flex those big muscles. You know what they say about boogs with big hands!

Mr. Mucus I promise I'll never use Mucinex, because I like having you around. You're so natural, and are really only here to help. I'm serious. Take a seat and I'll get you a beer. Do you listen to Dylan?