Jesus, was that the same guy sitting for one session?? Holy shit. Barf. Imagine that being your guy and one night when it's really late, and your super tired, the room is dark, you get in bed, and accidentally lay your head on his greasy AF pillow. Your poor little face smashed against his oily, but at the same time crusty ass pillowcase. Heh.
People. If you have any type of situation like this poor soul, and don't have a dermatologist or insurance,(maybe you're scared?)don't have time for an appointment. Too bad!! Just fucking pop that shit. Have mom or dad help if your embarrassed. Hell, do it your damn self. There's literally no excuse for those clogged, dirty, shit filled pores to just be stacking on your face. Don't treat them like some sort of teenage hormone hell collection. POP. THAT. SHIT. IMMEDIATELY. and wash your fucking face!! Every god damn day!! Don't forget about your bedding and towels!! Clean your sheets weekly. Maybe even bi-weekly. At a MINIMUM. Do your towels and wash cloths after each use. Cause, remember, you're actually washing your face now. You'll be using wash cloths!! Instead of whatever method you use now to "wash your face". Plain shower water??(I'm betting it's the same method you use for your calves and feet while showering too. Lol!! Am I right?? I am. You know it!!)
... what do your teeth look like?? Never mind! Forget I asked. Dear god. I can't even think about those corn niblets right now. Ill never fall asleep.
*oh, and please don't forget to record any and all of your funk filled explosions. Followed by immediately uploading and sharing them, in all their pus filled glory, to your good friends here at /r/popping.
(Your only friends, I should say. Let's be real here. We're family. If somehow, someway you do have "friends" out there in the real world, actual people who are living, breathing, and can make genuine face to face contact with you, I gotta tell you something that may sting a little bit at first..... you have the shittiest group of acquaintances that anyone's ever had. Like, in history. If someone cares about you, at all, they'll find a way to tell you that you're skin has made your face turn you into a hideous creature. And If it's more like a big group of friends that you hang out with, who are pretending to like you, then trust and believe, they'd delegate a team leader. Someone to be in charge of your, intervention I'll call it, so not everybody has to crush your confidence all at once. Only one person. It's called taking one for the team.)
**Im totally kidding, btw. I'm really not an evil soul crushing kind of bitch. I'm just bored, I can't fall asleep, I am a little slap happy and my adderall hasn't worn off yet. So if you got thru all of this, congratulations. I know this was long, in terrible format and is riddled with grammatical errors and run on sentences. But, i hope you got at least one or two chuckles out of it. Night pimple poppers!