I had an uncle who had a kernel of corn sprout in his ear.
Yeah whatever, like that is even possible.
My mom (one of eight) grew up on a farm; and my dad (the oldest of eight) grew up in the city. When they were engaged, my mom's parents hosted a party for both sides. My dad's youngest brother (maybe 13 at the time?) had perhaps too much fun playing in the barns / grain bin, and he didn't realize he got a kernel deep in his ear (if you have young sons you might understand this obliviousness part). A few weeks later he got a terrible headache/earache. The moist (probably not-often inspected) environment of his ear was perfect for growth. I'm not sure how the doctor cleared it all out, even though it was probably quite small at the time. I just know he didn't like to talk about it, while my grandma and my aunts/other uncles used to bring it up quite frequently.
There is no evidence that this man smokes what has been repeated twice in the title for the sole purpose of provocation and advertising. The OP does not have evidence for that. As for the story itself, it's merely a joke.
When I was a kid. A friend and I were hoeing weeds out of a bean field when he had a sweet bee get into his ear. The insect couldn't get turned around inorder to get out. It took me quite a while with a probe trying to get it out while all the time its buzzing drove my friend nuts. I'll never forget the panic in his eyes. LOL
If you'd ever seen the film Mountains of the Moon, you wouldn't be LOLing.
It takes place in the wilds of Africa. One of the characters falls asleep with his bedside lamp lit and forgets his mosquito netting. Beetles come.
In his pain, he opts for relief from burrowing over keeping his hearing, and grabs a pick...
In southern India, they used a form of torture like that a few hundred years ago.
They would take a small centipede, like creature, oil it up and drop it into the ear of a person unable to move their head. It was used mainly as a interrogation technique.
Cripes! Haven't you ever heard of an ear of corn?
I had a dry pinto bean in my nose when I was a little kid. I don't recall how old I was, but I was old enough to not want to tell anyone, because I was embarrassed. But my nose started to swell by evening, and I had to confess.
Yes it was removed and I have no bean plant growing out of my nose.
That reminds me of one of our great family episodes: My little brother got Fred Flintstone stuck in his nose. There was nothing to do but wait for the purple vitamin to melt and ooze out.
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