Anyway, so I'm chuckling, but my mouth is full, so I'm keeping my mouth shut tight because I don't want to end up emptying a mouthful of gruel out into my bowl. Right when I'm thinking that thought, I focus on that comic strip again, and suddenly I find the adjacency of those two ideas to be hilarious. So I'm ramping up from a light chuckle to a full-on guffaw. However, this all took place too quickly for me to swallow, so my mouth is still full. Now I'm actually clamping my jaw down and sealing my lips tight so that I don't spray food everywhere, laughing even harder at myself because of how ridiculous this has all become, and starting to wonder if I'm in danger of choking. Then, as the paroxysms of laughter are reaching their peak, the air that would normally be escaping through my mouth is instead racing out through my nose, and at that final, fateful point, a booger suddenly shoots out of my right nostril and lands right in my dinner bowl.
I dunno, man. Sometimes you just can't win for losing.