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.