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It’s snot what you think; it’s what you doo.
Now where am I going to drink wearing my wifebeater and doo rag? I’d rather wear my snot rag on my head but it’s in the laundry.
My mother called them “snot rags”. Who carries a handkerchief any more anyway?
I thought it was a booger but it’s not.
Snot a rag. Tis a bandana. 1001 uses for one.