Midwich Cuckoo?

I'm not depressed. I've been down that road before and that's not what it is. I just opened my eyes one day and realized that nothing really matters in the end.

Nothing DOES really matter in the end but you might as well have fun and do something worthwhile while you're still here. Thinking so pessimistically isn't going to do you any favours...

Well, yeah. I guess. I'm not really thinking pessimistically, I'm just not going to sugar-coat it.

There's a really weird pimple-esque thing on my thigh that I'm picking at.

I realized that about a year ago and it was awful; however, I've come to accept it.

I remember when I had a massive spot on my ballsack. I was a bit scared at first because... it was like a lump and I thought maybe it was something else. It stuck out a lot though so I got my two thumbs and squeezed it hard and it burst, with the puss dripping down my legs. It was insane but also sort of nice.

That's the most disturbing thing I've ever read on this board.

It's a true story also!

I'm gonna go throw up now.

That's the worse part.

I love pus.

...yeah

You're all a bunch of wimps.

Pus=OK
Pus from balls=Bad news fucking bears

Genital pimples can be some of the most satisfying to pop, though.

"Cool beans! I have a huge fucking scuzzy zit on my nutsack! It'll feel so good to pop it!"
*pop!*
*pus spills*
*and so does jizz*

Damn, this board can be odd sometimes

there's probably a good chance that there is a fetus in my belly.

help.

Parsley infusions FTMFW

Would you really expect anything else?