Got nothin’ of my own to share at the moment. But, I know how much you all love good pus stories.
Let’s call this guy Lance (video that plays upon opening. Safe for work, not safe for lunch.
The more I bump my thread, the more things you learn about me that you didn’t want to know…
I once freaked out in the shower because I thought there was a spider on my inner thigh! :eek: However, it turned out just to be a curl of pubic hair. :o
I was in the grocery store once when I thought I saw something move in front of my eye. I assumed it was a stray hair and thought nothing of it until it happened again, like there was something on my glasses. I took them to see a spider crawling on the lense! I’m not usually squeamish, but I couldn’t bring myself to put my glasses back on until after I’d left the grocery store.
Oh, that’s funny. The gal hurking in the background was really hilarious.
I was expecting my boobs to get bigger, and I’ve accepted the fact that once the shrink back down they’ll be saggier than they used to be, but damn it, I want my cute little pink nipples back! 
I thought of another one. I once freaked myself out because I thought there was blood in my poo. Turned out I just got my period early. :o
I’ve had blood in my poo. Anal fissures will do that to you.
Better blood in your poo than vice versa…
That is something I’d expect to see in Ben Stiller comedy. Never would have guessed it could actually happen. Best post so far!
Those people are wrong. Very, very wrong. 
Been there. Spent a lot of money and had a lot of discomfort being reassured that I didn’t have cancer or anything.
This may squick ya…or not. In high school I had two friends, Eric and Elizabeth*, who were fraternal twins. Well, actually, Eric was my friend. Liz was a crush, who hated me. One day after school I was bumming around with Eric in the family station wagon and I discovered Liz’s very-well-worn Dr Scholls wedgie sandals in the back seat! I proceeded to totally freak Eric out telling him how much I wanted to smell his sister’s feet, and that they must be pretty tasty if these sandals were anything to go by. Poor Eric was grimacing and rolling his eyes so much he could hardly drive. But he was laughing.
That was, however, the closest I ever got to Liz’s feet. 
*Not their real first names.