While driving in the car the other day I glanced to the passenger side and noticed Paul picking his nose. The following conversation commenced:
Edith: Do you need a tissue?
Paul: Nah, I'm good.
Edith: It sure looks like you're digging for something in there.
Paul: There's nothing there.
Edith: Ya sure? Looked like you might be digging for some gold.
Paul: There is some gold in there.
Edith: Really? Why aren't we using it? We could really use some gold.
Paul: We are. It's my brain. I'm using it to provide for my family and make good decisions.
Edith: Nice. Well, leave that in there.
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