He would regularly pick his nose with the intensity of a hardcore anal porn performer.
I'm not sure this sentence really works. Unless there is a whole sub-genre of nose pick porn I know nothing about.
(Nitrous Nitrous, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 18:38, 1 reply)

I did write it
in one massive gush, so apologies if all metaphors / similies were not effective. Hell, even Shakespeare fucked up occasionally (take arms against a sea of troubles).

To clarify, Bob would insert his THUMB up a nostril, and wriggle it around so that disturbing bulges would appear, it was like something out of Scanners. After this he would return to using his keyboard, without washing his hands, fucking hell, his keyboard must have been encrusted in snot, and earwax (he used to explore his grotesquely protruberant ears in the same manner), and of course faeces, as he never washed his hands after having a biggg shittt.

When hot-desking was introduced into the office, other people used his desk when he was on leave, even those who knew of his... of him. People have a blind spot when it comes to IT; it's not a toilet full of shitttt, it's a computer keyboard, so it must be OK. Those who work in IT will advise quite the opposite, that keyboards can be the most unhygienic objects in the office. Especially Bob's, which was encrusted with mucus, shit, sebum, dribble, and the food which would occasionally drop from his champing maw as he ate.

I'm almost over him. God how I miss him. How I love him.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 20:41, closed)

Bob & Dr. Skagra sittin' in a tree.....

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 4 Dec 2012, 7:15, closed)