I was about 11 years old when I first did it. I was at an all-boy’s birthday party. Mirth and mayhem as I recall. I wasn’t planning on it by any means and little did I know what a pandora’s box of childhood agony and nasal deceit I was opening. Looking back, I was like one of those Manhattan Project nuclear physicists who didn’t realize what they were working on until ’twas too late. The photo below has just come to my attention and in an attempt to stay ahead of this explosive story, I must let the truth be known. The photo shows me in a striped shirt and deep corduroys, fashion-forward as always, in the act of performing the first ever “Got Yer Nose!” I live in shame.