“If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.”
“In a battle, an army of farts would surely beat an army of noses, even if those noses were armed with fingers that could flick long-range boogers.”
“It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts.”
“I'd rather pick flowers instead of fights.”
“The most dangerous flower is one that grows on a grave. Everybody in its vicinity is dead. That’s why I hand-picked it for my mother-in-law.”
“Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.”