Share Your Interesting Pimple & Blackhead Stories Here!

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WARNING: Might not be best thing to read while eating a meal... Are you a strange (or, perhaps, NOT so strange, should we all confess) person like myself with a certain fascination with blackheads and pimples? Please share your stories here. I'll share a few for starters to let you know what I'm looking for. Let's start with a poem I wrote when I was 18 (some 36+ years ago): "Bored upon the afternoon? Bust your pimples and try to hit the moon!" Here's another one (a limerick) written around the same time: "Hey, Pimple! You cause me disgrace By stubbornly holding your place, But YOU'LL squiggle and squirm Like a little, white worm When I pop you right out of my face!" Anyway, let me share some of my experiences with that material that loves to clog our pores. First, let's go with a pimple story... When I was a teenager, my mom was always scolding me for picking on my face--but it was so much fun pressing down on pimples and blackheads with a squeezer (or reasonable facsimile such as the round end of a safety pin) and watching them come popping and/or squiggling out. It was especially fun to stand close enough to a mirror that a pimple-under-pressure newly released would pop out of a pore and throw itself against the mirror. But my mom (perhaps, a little overprotective at times--but, hey, I'm an only child!) finally laid down the law and told me that, if my face needed picked on, to let her do it so that it wouldn't scar me for life or something. So, I had this zit on my forehead that was actually making my forehead sore, so I handed her the squeezer and asked her to extract it. She wasn't too keen on it, but she complied--but it wasn't budging. So, she was ready to give up and told me that it wasn't ready to come out--and, a split-second later, it came flying out with a very audible popping sound and hit her right in the eye! LOL One time, I noticed that I could see lumps on the back of a friend (an elderly man) through his white t-shirt, so I asked him if those were blackheads on his back. He told me that they probably were, so I asked his permission to check them out--which he granted. I pulled up his t-shirt and went to work. There was one in particular that came out in segments--with the longest one being about six inches long! By the time that I had totally unclogged that pore, there was enough matter (about the thickness of embroidery threads) that, had it come out all at once, it would have been between two feet and a yard long! Okay! I've gotten you started, so DO feel free to share your OWN experiences! I can hardly wait to be entertained!!!