I’d like to squeeze all your heads til they pop for putting these images in my head!! :mad: 
No shit! :eek:
I’m unsubscribing from this thing…
:: reaches for mouse ::
…now!
I guess it is about time for another thread like this (although I thought the subject lines were supposed to have TMI warnings.)
My adventures with lesions run the gamut described in this thread, from big whiteheads on my shoulders caused by my shoulder pads during football season, to high-pressure “squirters” in my forehead, to the long strings of pus squeezed out of pores on my nose. I’ve popped zits inside my ears, inside my nose, on my ankles and the edges of my lips, knees, thighs, chest, back, scalp, butt and scrotum.
But the most satisfying was not actually a zit. When I was about 10, I got some kind of skin infection on my feet that I think was probably athlete’s foot. But this stuff was vicious. It bored a hole right into my flesh between my toes deep enough to insert tweezers into. And when I did, I pulled out a whole mess of infected black junk.
I had to do this again on the other foot, but they both healed up after that. I’m still not sure what that infection was.
Sounds like that might have been planter’s warts. When I was a kid I had that, and went to a podiatrist twice to have them removed but they came back yet again. Finally I sat down with some large nail clippers and just went to town myself. The black things were kind of little kinky chained things, if I remember correctly. Mainly I was just happy to not have to go back to a doctor who was rude to me and couldn’t get the job done right.
Isn’t a subject line about body lesions sort of a TMI warning in and of itself?
When I die I want to be frozen in carbonite…
…wait they can do that, right? RIGHT? 
Perhaps you should work on your aim.
One sweaty summer I developed this horrible thing on my cheekbone from sleeping on it all night. It was like dark-red circle, the size of a nickel, raised up to form a hideous plateu of pus. Pushing on it caused it’s contents to undulate beneath the surface. So, after a few days of avoiding eye contact with people, it seemed sturdy enough to terminate. With two index fingernails I aligned them perfectly on opposite sides of the Beast, and on the first try gave it a GOOD, HARD thrust. Success!
Or so I thought. Although I sent a teaspoon size of blood laced with pus onto the mirror, my little friend had apparently evolved to withstand such attacks. Rather than one large reservoir of gunk, there seemed to be CHAMBERS beneath the skin, and my attack had only released about 2 of the 4 or so. The other 2 shot AWAY from the surface under my pressure, and I had two raised canals of puss pointing away from ground zero like a compass. This was not pretty.
Rather than making things worse, I decided to let them reform again like the liquid terminator to make it easier to drain them. So, after another few embarassing days, I gave it a good, pinch and it was drained completely. It looked like I had been shot in the face afterwords.
God, I love these boards! Snif!
They make me laugh.
Alright, I’ve let these threads pass me by before, but tonight, I have finished all my work early, so here goes.
Second year university, Statistic class, big room, 100 other people. Hot summer day, I’m wearing shorts. About halfwat through class, I discover a really plum zit on my inner thigh (not too for up, mind you). I make a mental note to save it for later, but you know how these things work. Once you know it’s there, you can’t just leave it.
The graphic description of the pop can be left out, we’ve had those already several times in this thread. The crowning glory of this little bastard was that entire contents flew about four feet, and landed with an imperceptible splat on the shoulder of the guy in front of me.
Not knowing the correct Miss Manners way to deal with the situation,
I quietly got up and left.
I don’t know why I read these damn threads. I’m oddly jealous that I never had such spectacular, um, events in my life.
I can’t remember what the thing was called, but it was on my shoulder, just above the blade, and hurt like a sonofabitch. It was like a hard lump, with a soft center. It got irritated one night after my relentless poking and prodding, and decided to let loose. I’ve never in my life seen something so horriffic.
Two tissues worth of pus, and this pus colored solid matter, shot out along with it. It was shudderingly disgusting, so naturally, I had to show the Mrs.
Holy shit. I think this is the very first post that actually made me physically nauseated. <BLERGH!>
I go to a very good dentist. He has Saturday hours till 2 p.m. At 2:30 p.m. one Saturday, the lower left side of my mouth started hurting. By 5 p.m. the gum was all swollen and red and I was in indescribable pain. The only relief came from drowing it in very hot liquids, so I was consumming boiling tea by the gallon.
At 8:00 I decided to ask my neighbor to drive me to the emergency room. She wasn’t home. I lay down on my couch and listen for her to come home. When she does, I raise my head to see what time it is, and hit the left side of my jaw on the arm of the couch, causing me to bit down very hard.
The pain goes from the top of my head to my feet. I start running back and forth in my two room apartment, holding the side of my jaw. It was beyond pain. Finally, I lie down on my floor mat, thinking “I’ll just die here.”
I woke up at 4 a.m., with only the memory of pain in my mouth. I went to the dentist later, who said I had had one helluva absessed, and when I bit down it popped and drained.
I hope nobody is disappointed that this story does not involved shooting pus and blood.
I’ve never told my favorite zit story in these forums before so I’m gonna use this thread to do so.
About 10 years ago I was scanning my face in the mirror looking for black heads when my finger brushed against the bridge of my nose and I experienced an incredibly sharp but somewhat exquisite pain. There wasn’t much of what looked like a zit but I got into position to pop it anyway. Their was so much pressure behind the head that with virtually no pressure from my fingers the plug projectile launched onto the mirror. As I squeezed further I could hear the sound of multiple zit chambers popping. The creme-like filling extruded and coiled up like a snake. Measured end to end, the first stage, if straightened out, would probably have measured about 1 3/4 inches. When that stage was over, a little more pressure gave birth to the typically harder and semi-translucent black head “plug.” Then came the clear fluid and a hint of blood.
I would honestly pay $20 to have the chance to pop this zit again. I think about it all them time.
This zit had everything:
- Sharp but exquisite pain
- A good popping sound combined with multiple zit chamber crunch popping.
- An incredibly long creme-filling extrusion AND black head plug. The two are rarely seen together.
I would gladly pay 20 bucks to watch!
My best is similar. Big honking zit right in the middle of my back, where I can’t reach it. Ignored it for a day or so, then leaned back on something. Piquant pain. I reached and stretched and finally got a finger against it and pushed down against the spine. Multiple zit chambers slowly, exquisitely collapsing. The resulting mass covered the end of the finger…I mean covered it. I managed to mine that zit for a week before it finally went away.
I miss that zit!
Like a zit hat comes back…I can’t let this thread die. Not yet.
No lesions to pop, but I mercilessly pull and tear at the dead skin on the bottom of my left heel. It’s actually embarassing how gross it is. I go to great effort to hide my left heel.
I can’t believe I just admitted that.
Yes, Yess! This too I found amazing. I had a couple of black heads around the crease of my nose. and couldn’t really gain any leverage to squeeze them out, so I found the perfect implement…a bobby pin! You use the loop end and surround the black head and push and slide the bobby pin. I started experimenting on other pores, and much to my surprise milked many of these petrified pus encapsulates even where there was no tell tale black or white head. It is perversely satisfying to watch these little worms snake out of your pores whole…their wholeness is part of the satisfaction.