Twently five years and I stil get these fu** pimples on my face.
What the fu**c**k's wrong with my hormones?? motH**fu**r won't just go
away. I'm so fu**in tired of these pricky worms everytime bursting
out on my face and scarring my jaded soul; just won't let me rest in
peace. I mean I don't care about the ones on my balls or on my
buttcheeks, but on the face, oh fu**n god, leave me alone. I've had
enough of this damn sacrifice. There are a million motherf***rs
worldwide running around merrily, free from these pesky ugly
monsters, just go and attack em. Man, just leave me alone. Started
havin these bast***ds back when i was seventeen. Long way back, in the
old glory days when I used to be a chain stroker. I developed such
obsession with my hand tricks; these damn pimples came showering on
me like as if the mo***erf**r up there was hosing me down with
twenty f***in tons of pimple-fluid, all on my fu***n face, but it
made sense then. Now I am 25, still these ba*st*ds keep attackin my
dead cells. They come up, they bulge, they eat, they reproduce, they
multiply, they hurt like hammers on your scrotum, but the real
problem is when they leave. They just won't leave, they leave with
these huge crater like black holes on your fu**in skin. And that's
really annoying. Just fu**n pisses me off. Man if there was such a
thing as the Pimple God, I would have sucked his fuc**n c**k or have
done anything that I could to please him, and make him take away
these nasty fuc**n assh**es off of my face. I've had it enough.
Enough is Enough.
