The Nose

I was being introduced to her nose because I couldn’t see her face behind it. I was having a conversation with her nose. I was having a staring match with her nose – there was nothing in the room as big as her nose.

I turned to the guy next to me. I had to confide in someone about the tyranny of her nose. I gasped and whispered in his ear, “What’s with her nose? Is that real?” He gasped and whispered back, “I’m marrying her soon.”


Marrying her? More like marrying a nose.

And that’s how handsome men are lost.