As plain as the. . .

Last week we were watching Calgary's David Gray finish up his newscast and because we were all involved with pizza and wine and greasy hands, nobody was able to change the channel in time to prevent "The Hour's" wannabe hippy with the booger in his nose from occupying the screen. Then we noticed the absence of booger. "Must have blown his nose." Somebody joked. "Nope," said our lady still in the loop, "The decorated one says he moved it down below, but that was not totally true. He tried to get the metal thingy out of his nose but couldn't, so, since the size and shape were so similar, he moved nose and all down into his pants!" Our hostess finally found the channel changer and the Puffy Duffy entered out midst. "So," she said, "that thing on his face is actually his. . . ?"
"Yep." Our girl in the know said, "and the CBC had to put a new urinal in every washroom in the building. . . at, uh, nose level."
"Must be awkward for the Hopalong Hippy though, eh?"
"Not necessarily. Remember that filthy habit he used to have? Well now he can just scratch that bump on his face anytime he wants."
"And when we see him with his hands deep in his pockets. . .?"
"He's just picking his nose."

Dimmy