People who say they never pick their noses may be surprisingly mistaken. An otorhinologist once told me everyone picks their nose in their sleep. While I can’t say if this is every night, or what, it just shows you can get a grant to study anything! 
Maybe someone in this field can comment on this.
Another words, you pick. Ick! 
Yup, I pick my nose. Never in public, nor around family/friends. Blowing doesn’t do anything for clearing out boogers, and for some reason they get large enough to actually clog my nose. So yea, they’re gonna get picked. Definitely don’t eat them though. My 21 year old brother does that, and it’s one of the few things a person can do that makes my skin crawl and my stomach churn.
I do it in the bathroom. I’ve also had the dog pick my nose once.
George Carlin did a nice little sketch about this subject years ago.
Apparently one man was standing at a corner, and had only just finished excavating, and was in the process of removing his uh, “pick”, when right then, around that corner, came the guy he was supposed to meet, with his hand extended for a handshake.
I imagine flamingo guitarists would have to be very careful?
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Then there’s the restaurant cooks who pick their noses and don’t bother to wash their hands afterwards because they’re busy cooking and it won’t hurt anyone if they don’t know about it.
Sweat drops and sneezes too among others.
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Sell tickets
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Profit…!
Both of my cats harbor amazing black boogers in the outer corners of their noses, which I gently pick so they will look pretty and be less self-conscious. Then I wash my hands with lots of soap.
Pick it, lick it, roll it, flick it.
God has designed us so that one can stick fingers into Mouths, Noses, Assholes and Vaginas, not so, Ears and Penises.
Intelligent Design. :o
I Have to pick my nose. My boogers can get to be 6 inches long. If I blow them out, it just makes a big, embarrassing mess!
None that Mrs. Post approve…
I pick in the middle of the night, when the crusts start to block airflow and I wake up due to oxygen deprivation. I have a ficus tree next to my bed, and I put the boogers into its pot. I like to think I’m fertilizing it. The leaves are nice and green. 
In John Barth’s novel The End of The Road one of the main characters is inadvertantly seen picking his nose and masturbating at the same time. Does this elevate the book to the status of high art? And has anybody else tried it?
I wanna get rid of those nose crusties when they happen and just blowing my nose doesn’t do that. I try to not do it in public. And I do wash my hands.
Yeah, I try to use a kleenex but sometimes it works better to go commando, blowing my nose doesn’t get the crusted up boogers out. I wash my hands afterwards though and try to avoid doing it in public. God forbid the web of lies and propriety we’ve collectively deemed society fall asunder.
On an unrelated note, I clip my fingernails but biting them gets a closer cut. The human body is meant to self groom (that is my philosophy).
I categorically believe that everyone who so far said they wash their hands after picking their nose… it’s just that… I think fist-bump might be better than hand-shake. Well, that is all.
I’m sure that a lot of blind people pick their noses, then feel people’s faces so they know to know who they are talking to.
“Ah, you’re Karen. I recognize that mouth”, etc
What does Karen say when the person’s pinky accidentally enters her mouth or even her nostril?
I can see why having a distinctive voice could be an advantage.