Dear Caralee,
So yeah, I know you have, like, 8 billion things going on this weekend and all, and you probably want to look your best, which includes the facial area, but I mean, what better time to drop in? I try to time these things to a tee, you know, and I gotta say, since I've been rearing my pleasingly obnoxious head since your pubescent years (which was I don't know like...over a decade ago....), I'm pretty sure I could go pro by now. Sooo knock knock. I came for a visit. And I'm not waiting for you to tell me to wipe my feet on the welcome mat. I'm barging in and making my temporary home right on your chin.
Oh, and don't even try the hot wash cloth trick, or the sterilized safety pin, because really. Really. Those things just piss me off. You might as well leave me alone and keep me company for the next few days I'm here. And don't make me hang around longer. You know I will.
Yours forever and always,
Mondo Zit
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