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Noses and Bald Spots
Or: How I Put Up With My Best Friend
The first thing I noticed about Ryan Stiles was his nose.
I met him when I was eighteen and when he was sixteen, and even then, his nose was huge. It protruded from the middle of his face and seemed to look at you straight in the eyes.
I've known Ryan for several decades now at least, and even to this day, the first thing that usually comes to mind when I think of him is that nose of his. Well, either his nose or that pair of massive feet of his, but that's a different story.
Ryan is extremely self-conscious of his nose. Well, I would be too if I had one that large; I mean, how can he even see past it? (I kid, I love it really. Though I would never admit it to him). I guess it's like me with my hairline (or lack thereof), it's just something which you deal with, and you have to laugh the jokes off before they can get to you.
He laughs, though, whenever I start stroking that nose of his when we're together. It's a weird thing to do, I know, but I love how it never ceases to make Ryan laugh or smile. I suppose ever since I went on stage for the first time, I've never stopped looking for ways to make people laugh.
Still, big nose or not, I adore Ryan. He's been such a large part of my life for so long, and I can't imagine life without his constant bickering.
Because what's the use of having to put up with bald jokes if you can't say a nose in return?
I met him when I was eighteen and when he was sixteen, and even then, his nose was huge. It protruded from the middle of his face and seemed to look at you straight in the eyes.
I've known Ryan for several decades now at least, and even to this day, the first thing that usually comes to mind when I think of him is that nose of his. Well, either his nose or that pair of massive feet of his, but that's a different story.
Ryan is extremely self-conscious of his nose. Well, I would be too if I had one that large; I mean, how can he even see past it? (I kid, I love it really. Though I would never admit it to him). I guess it's like me with my hairline (or lack thereof), it's just something which you deal with, and you have to laugh the jokes off before they can get to you.
He laughs, though, whenever I start stroking that nose of his when we're together. It's a weird thing to do, I know, but I love how it never ceases to make Ryan laugh or smile. I suppose ever since I went on stage for the first time, I've never stopped looking for ways to make people laugh.
Still, big nose or not, I adore Ryan. He's been such a large part of my life for so long, and I can't imagine life without his constant bickering.
Because what's the use of having to put up with bald jokes if you can't say a nose in return?