How I Was Unspeakably Distressed By Acne Medicatio
The other night I was at this shocking baseball game and noticed that my favorite player has these horrible acne scars all over his face. I’m sure you can think of much more kind things to talk about over the Internet, but I’ve had this mindless fear of acne ever since I was in the first grade. My teacher, who later was committed to an asylum for the wickedly insane, chased me around the room with this offensive looking blackhead removal tool. Of course, that all came to a beastly end during the earthquake, and the ground opened up and swallowed him whole. This may, however, be a extremely constructed fairly tale, since when I was a kid, I had to work eighteen hour shifts in the acne medicine industrial unit downtown.