KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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Okay, so I have a pimple. This isn't a major cause for concern, it's not like I'm trying to pick anyone up. Right? Wrong. My friends at Wallyhell insist that it's a major disaster, after all we're in that middle of the week sojerboys go to walmart thing. I guess they didn't know that the clubs are open all week? Anyway, I let them talk me into buying this goop. It's green. It smells funny. It cost me six bucks and some change. The upside is that it's called "Mudd" and I really like mud. Even if it's green and supposed to smell like the ocean.
So I got home, read the directions and thought, wow, non-comedigenic. DCL would hate that since he's got to go for funny baby. Ha ha. I followed package directions and slapped the stuff on. I scared the hell out of my child and when the StealthMutt snuck up and licked my face it started gagging. This is not a good thing. Maybe it is, the dog might quit licking my face. I know where that tounge has been and a brillo pad is all that makes my skin feel less contaminated.
Anyway, I could feel this goop pulling at the crap in my skin and thought, wow, this is great stuff! It'll pull all that dirt out and I'll feel great, even if it did cost six bucks plus change. I get a 10 percent discount that works out to less than 3 cents after sales tax. Damned thing, I don't even use the local hospital. This was great up until it really started to dry up. They didn't tell me this crap pulled painfully tight to itself, yanking your poor, defenseless skin along with it. I ran howling, well as much as one can howl when one can't move one's lips, through the house. Not because it hurt that much, but because I can. The other mutt, GallopingHeardofElephants, followed me around howling too. The StudMuffin thought I was having a seizure or a heart attack. I couldn't speak so I couldn't reassure him that this green goop from hell was ripping my face off and I was really fine. So I howled and ran around more. Hey, it's amusing.
Finally this stuff dried. It took like 25 freaking minutes, no, actually, that was me getting engrossed in my writing. Well, after about 25 minutes I noticed it was dry and the pain had faded to a dull ache. So it was time to wash it off. I imagined cool relief as the washcloth gently soothed the goop away with deliciously cool water. Of course not. The package direction didn't mention that you had to sandblast the crap off. And gawd forbid if you get it in your hair. This gave me another great excuse to run around around the house howling. You'd think that after 12 years the Stud would be used to this sort of behavior. The man never learns. I don't think my face will forgive me either.
It's been about half an hour since I got all that crap off. My skin feels hello wonderful now. Cleaner than after a good scouring post-StealthMuttLicking. I may do it again in a couple of days. I probably will, I'll forget the bad stuff by tomorrow morning and will deny that I ever ran around baying at the ceiling. Muffins don't behave in such an undignified manner. Humph. Of all the nerve, accusing me of acting like some crazed lunatic over a little bit of face goop.
Oh nevermind. I forgot what my point was anyway.
So I got home, read the directions and thought, wow, non-comedigenic. DCL would hate that since he's got to go for funny baby. Ha ha. I followed package directions and slapped the stuff on. I scared the hell out of my child and when the StealthMutt snuck up and licked my face it started gagging. This is not a good thing. Maybe it is, the dog might quit licking my face. I know where that tounge has been and a brillo pad is all that makes my skin feel less contaminated.
Anyway, I could feel this goop pulling at the crap in my skin and thought, wow, this is great stuff! It'll pull all that dirt out and I'll feel great, even if it did cost six bucks plus change. I get a 10 percent discount that works out to less than 3 cents after sales tax. Damned thing, I don't even use the local hospital. This was great up until it really started to dry up. They didn't tell me this crap pulled painfully tight to itself, yanking your poor, defenseless skin along with it. I ran howling, well as much as one can howl when one can't move one's lips, through the house. Not because it hurt that much, but because I can. The other mutt, GallopingHeardofElephants, followed me around howling too. The StudMuffin thought I was having a seizure or a heart attack. I couldn't speak so I couldn't reassure him that this green goop from hell was ripping my face off and I was really fine. So I howled and ran around more. Hey, it's amusing.
Finally this stuff dried. It took like 25 freaking minutes, no, actually, that was me getting engrossed in my writing. Well, after about 25 minutes I noticed it was dry and the pain had faded to a dull ache. So it was time to wash it off. I imagined cool relief as the washcloth gently soothed the goop away with deliciously cool water. Of course not. The package direction didn't mention that you had to sandblast the crap off. And gawd forbid if you get it in your hair. This gave me another great excuse to run around around the house howling. You'd think that after 12 years the Stud would be used to this sort of behavior. The man never learns. I don't think my face will forgive me either.
It's been about half an hour since I got all that crap off. My skin feels hello wonderful now. Cleaner than after a good scouring post-StealthMuttLicking. I may do it again in a couple of days. I probably will, I'll forget the bad stuff by tomorrow morning and will deny that I ever ran around baying at the ceiling. Muffins don't behave in such an undignified manner. Humph. Of all the nerve, accusing me of acting like some crazed lunatic over a little bit of face goop.
Oh nevermind. I forgot what my point was anyway.