Okay, let me just preface my story by saying that I get pretty grossed out by other people’s poo, vomit, pus/wounds and of course—pimples. That thread ---with the video of the guy popping a big zit?? Yeah, I couldn’t even click on it and if someone talked about it around me, I was gagging. So, my 15 year old daughter comes up to me today, moves her hair at the back of her neck and says---“Mom, what IS that? Is it a bug bite or something? It’s driving me nuts!” Last year, in fact almost exactly a year ago, Ali had surgery on her skull/neck and she has a big scar running up her hairline almost to the base of her neck. It’s fairly thick scar tissue. So, I look at where she is pointing, and there is the biggest blackhead I have ever seen, right on the scar tissue. So, I say, “$hit, Al---that’s that one I saw a 9 months ago, I thought it was a leftover stitch and I wanted to get it and you wouldn’t let me touch it….remember???” “Ummm…yeah…that’s a zit???” “Yeah. Crap.” So, we exchange glances, knowing what we have to do. “Go get a wet washcloth, put it in the microwave for about a minute, and then hold it on there.” “Okie dokie…..” So, we go in my room, sit on the bed, she lays face down, hair is bobby pinned to the side…I grab tissue, and a needle……. “HEY!...What are you doing with that needle????” “I need to use it so I can pierce the skin a little…it’s right on your scar and squeezing it…” “MOM----NO NEEDLES!! I hate needles….no way.” “But Al…I don’t want to hurt you…. (really…I don’t want to squeeze it because I may very well puke up my chile verde) “No, Mom…no needles…” “Oh, God…okay…okay…I might barf in your hair…” “Ummm….Try not to, okay?” (I feel like puking, just TYPING this) So, I start to squeeze it and wouldn’t you know---the other stitch wounds start to seep a little…oh God, this is so disgusting…meanwhile, the big blackhead is still just sitting there strong and proud. Dammit!! The stitch mark just above this one won’t stop oozing…I’m this close to tossing my cookies….it stops….”God, Al, this is gross…” She is giggling like a typical teenaged girl…”You looooovvveeee me….” “Yeah, well, I sure don’t love this zit.” Giggle giggle… So, finally I find a way to squeeze this thing, “Does this hurt?? “No…just keep the needle AWAY!” So, I'm squeezing this thing in every direction....After about 2-3 minutes of pressure---OH MY GOD…this like…1/2 inch plug comes out of the scar…. I almost screamed and dropped the tissue, but I didn’t want it in my bed….ahhhhhhh…..gag!! gag!! gag!!….. "There…done---G-R-O-S-S!!” “Thanks, Mommy…you’re the best….” “Yeah, I love you so much I could just puke.” And I’m so damn bored; I had to share my grossness with all of you.