Holy Hell! I thought that is what you were doing all along! I was shocked and amazed, and attempted it. I really thought you were a freak of nature.
I wish to retract the statement I made on page 1. My ring, a Claddaugh, does, in fact, fit up my nose. As long as I keep the heart/crown/hands out.
It just occured to me that I should wonder why Frodo wasn’t invisible when he was wearing the ring up his nose.
Now I’m going to bed.
OK, I thought we were weird where I used to work.
One day, one of the other women took off her rings to do a manicure, but didn’t want to put them on her desk in case we had to go out into the warehouse. She slipped off her shoes and put them on her second toe. They fit. That started a discussion about what toe our rings would fit on.
When the boss came in to tell us that our product was still on the ground at the Mexico City airport, and we could go home, every one of us was sitting with our ring-clad feet on our desks.
(Umm, we were importing and brokering cut flowers, mostly roses.)
Well, you know what they say about the size of a man’s nose relating to the size of his…
(Has jjimm set some sort of record for coaxing first posts out of people here?)
(BTW, I’ve gotten so far as taking the ring off my right hand – it’s three interlocking circles – and looking at it. I got it halfway to my face before I came to my senses.)
Have you got three nostrils twickster?
I’m not going to dignify that with a response. 
Three interlocking nostrils perhaps.
Is twickster a magician or perhaps a topologist?
Well, since I’ve been talking about the symbol of our union without her participation, I thought I would introduce the ring/nose interface to mrs jjimm.
I inserted the ring and walked into the living room.
jjimm: Hi honey.
mrs jjimm: Hi.
jjimm: Look at me! Look at me!
mrs jjimm: [sighs] What?
jjimm: Notice anything?
mrs jjimm: No. Oh. You’ve stuck your wedding ring up your nose.
jjimm: Yup.
mrs jjimm: Why?
jjimm: No why.
mrs jjimm: You’re fucking weird.
I have no intention of participating in such depravity but I think this may be the place to pass on a helpful snack tip. You can soften Tootsie Rolls between your toes.
You’re welcome.
OPAL!!!
You are SKINNY!!! You look great, and your nose is NOT all that big.
Okay, I already loved this thread, but when I got to THIS post, I lost it completely.
Oh, and my ring (not a wedding ring, don’t have one of those) fits just fine. It sticks out the bottom a bit, but I guess I must have a big nose. Or a small ring. Or something. I can’t believe I did that. And my bellybutton research didn’t lead to any tingling or urges to pee. I can’t believe I did THAT, either.
Hee…you guys never fail to amaze me. In a GOOD way. 
Wedding ring (man’s) - fits, plenty of room
US quarter - fits, snugly
US dollar (Sackie) - no more than halfway in
Canadian toonie - can’t find it (probably in my navel)
When I was just a toddler, my grandfather took me out to the fields where he was harvesting soy beans. I was sitting in the wagon where the beans were deposited. I don’t know why, but I just started shoving them up my nose. My grandfather had to dig them out with his pocket knife.
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I’m not even gonna try the ringie-thingie, but a friend of mine had an interesting party-trick. He would take a condom (unused, I hope) and snort it in his nose and take out of his mouth, and pull it back and forth.
Interesting visuals.
Try it in your cubicle :dubious: but I think it works best when everybody involved is drunk
And I thought I was bored!
All this, and no link to Scylla’s Magic Nose Gynecologist thread?
I’m appalled.
I have no ring with which to violate my olfactory recesses. Hang on, let me find a pencil…
I can’t beleive that The Magic Nose Gynecologist hasn’t gotten mentioned yet. It’s one of the classics.
I can fit a quarter, but my coin collection isn’t on hand so I can’t try a SusanB (same size as a Sackie). I can fit the small type of Rave-popular glow stick, which is always popular at camp fires. It can go up, illuminating the nostril from within, or it can go in, so that the end is perpindicular my face. My belly button is deep, but not that deep, and pressing it causes generalized pain in the nether regions.
You suck, mustard man.
I tried this yesterday nut my wedding band doesn’t fit up my nose. Hell, it doesn’t even come close. I mentioned this to my wife today, and she thought about it for a second, and stuck her wedding band into her nose. It fit. I’m so jealous.
I can’t believe (a) I read this entire thread; (b) I actually held out till a quarter of the way down the first page before bellowing out loud with laughter; © I couldn’t wait till the end of the third page to haul out my collection of costume jewelry and try my rings.
For the record: Rings meant for my ring and middle finger fit, though snugly. Rings meant for my pinky were in danger of migrating to my lungs.
Tomorrow I’m going to see if the side rings on my horses’ snaffle bits will fit up THEIR nostrils.