You know how you sometimes read a joke, and it’s written in just the right way that you hit the punchline right as you’re trying to swallow a mouthful of soda? And instead of swallowing, you start to laugh and shoot soda through your nose. Don’t you hate that?
Well I fuckin’ love it, and I love making people snort on their drinks. It’s so deliciously evil, but in a nicer, socially acceptable form. It’s evil lite.
My addiction to torturing people in this manner started in middle school, when I could make people snort on milk simply by dropping a choice word. Look right at a guy drinking his milk, grin, and say, “fartknocker.” Fucking works every time. One milk geyser, comin’ up!
But while milk is funny visually, it’s not as physically discomforting to the victims as carbonated beverages are. In fact, milk is rather soothing after the initial shock of passing a cold liquid the wrong way through a pipe designed primarily for conveying air, sinus medications, cocaine and French-inhaled hash hits into the body.
I kid.
It’s not really used for conveying air all that often.
No, a carbonated soda is painful even after it’s been expelled. Plus, depending on how fresh the soda is, carbonated beverages also have the potential to foam up as they’re passed through the sinus cavities, and this increases the pressure of delivery. In lay terms, it makes exploding foam burst out in a wide circle. This is adding both to the physical discomfort of the victim and to the visual comedy factor to the surrounding spectators. It’s fucking awesome, is what it is.
And let’s not even get started on snorted beers or wine coolers.
I’m always experimenting and trying new things in all facets of my life, because I believe that a life lived well is one lived to the fullest. I think we should all attempt to surpass our previous limits and break through into a new level of skill.
And one day, I swear, I will make someone snort a whole cheeseburger through one nostril.
I am a bisexual transsexual with bigender tendencies. I'm a former resident of Texas, but now live in Milan with my husband. I write in a variety of genres and have self-published ebooks through my 

This post is Made of Awesome! Need I say more?
Thanks! I actually coughed on my tea twice while writing it. Sad, huh? ^_^
Texas explains it.
No, Lisa, drugs explain it. Don’t mess with Texas.
SRYSLY.
My brother knows someone that snorts spaghetti through his sinus, then pulls it back and forth from his nostril through the back of his mouth, out over his lips. Back and forth, over and over.
Sick. LOL
My little brother did that. Thanks for reminding me of yet another traumatic childhood memory.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be on the phone with my therapist. (x_X*)