I would just like to report for the record that the first thing I ever stuck up my nose (apart from my finger) was a plain band ring, prompted by that selfsame thread. Yep, it fit, but it was only a size 6.5, and it came right out.
I loved the smell of orange tic tacs when they first came out. I’m sure that I was pretty close to losing one in a sinus, it got so far up there. I was probably around that same age as you…
This is so embarassing–yet funny.
In my twenties, I had a slew of young cousins and we’d spend Easter together.
And I’m very goofy and they were little and I’d do things to make them laugh.
I thought it would be funny to stick things up my nose.
(Mostly b/c I’m a ridiculous jackass and they’d laugh.)
So I grabbed, not thinking, a box of red hots. (Cinnamon candies in a very small shape.)
(I’d already done like tootsie rolls and other more sensible candies.)
And I shove one in. They all laugh.
And thank jeebus that my sinuses still work, b/c there came a burn. A bad burn. A burn in a place you don’t want.
Pushed one nostril down and exhaled for all I was worth. Eyes watering. Gasping. Tearing up.
The little cousins?
THRILLED. They may have clapped.
Word to the wise?
No red hots up the nose, people.
I dont think I had anything up my nose, but my brother managed to fit four jawbreakers in his nose. My mother managed to get three out, and had to take him to the ER for the fourth.