Boogers. Lots and lots of boogers.
Do I have your attention?
The product I’m about to introduce you to is just as weird and effective as the tactics in the following booger story:
My brother used to get punched in the chest every day by a big Polynesian boy. (This is high school).
My bro is not a wimp (he’s 230 lb. and 6’1”). It hurt, but he didn’t want to lose face in front of his, um, “friend”. He did eventually get sick of it though.
One day when the big poly
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