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And Now We Wait...
       If you don't hear from me in a few days, call the authorities... and a good exterminator.   More Recent Articles |
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The Hangman's NooseSo, today is supposed to be the day... the day I tie off my unborn twin. I was ready to do it this morning, actually -- I showered, making sure to lather the ol' skin tag up and loofah-ing it to a high shine. But I haven't been able to pull the trigger yet. Why? Maybe I've grown too attached to it. [beat] I don't know... maybe I'm starting to feel sorry for it. All the good times we've had together. Murder's not as easy as you'd think. Here's the "conversation" I had with "Ol' Flappy" while toweling off...       SKIN TAG: Yep. Here we--hey, what are you doing with that floss in your hand? ME: Oh this? Uh... nothing. You just go back to what you were doing... SKIN TAG: You weren't going to fashion a mini noose out of that and try to tighten it around my meaty stalk, were you? ME: What?! A noose?! That's crazy! Why would I do that? SKIN TAG: Oh, I don't know. You sure have been paying a lot of attention to me, lately. Flicking me, prodding me with pencil erasers, measuring me... ME: Oh, don't mind that. You're just fun to play with. SKIN TAG: Good. 'Cuz you don't wanna fuck with a skin tag. You fuck with me and, next thing you know, I'm getting all dark-colored and my borders are getting all irregular and shit. You hear what I'm saying? ME: [silence] SKIN TAG: PUT DOWN THAT NAIL CLIPPER, MOTHERFUCKER!!! I'm thinking tonight's the night. I'll attack while it's sleeping. Unless it attacks first...  More Recent Articles |
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Tag! You're It!So, when you reach your mid-40s, there's a lotta shit going on in, on and around your body that just disgusts the fuck out of you. I try not to look in the mirror too often but when I do, I'm usually greeted with some new bodily atrocity that causes my sphincter to clamp shut and produces an air-barf or two.       If I could've ripped my arm off then and there and stuffed it down the kitchen garbage disposal, believe me, it would have been done. But this thing was stuck to me... a hammy hanger-on adhered to me like a flesh-lamprey clinging to its oblivious, meaty host. Just thinking about it now, nestled comfortably within my cozy, hair-lined arm-crotch is making bile spray up my food-hole like some sort of doo-doo geyser. But I wasn't going to simply sit idly by and let this thing absorb me, Invasion of the Body Snatchers-style. No, I needed a plan. So, while back in Chicago recently visiting the 'rents, I posed a dinner-table question to my doctor brother... ME: Hey, so skin tags... DR. BROTHER: Yeah? ME: Is there a way of getting rid of them without going to a doctor? DR. BROTHER: Uh, sure. You can come into the office tomorrow, though and-- ME: No, I've gotta do this myself. DR. BROTHER: Well, you can tie some dental floss or thin thread around its stalk, which will cut off the blood supply. Then it'll eventually turn black and fall off. ME: Thanks! First of all... let me acknowledge the utter ghastliness of the fact that this thing has a fucking "stalk." Holy fuck is that gnarly. And B, this might appear to the average reader to be sound doctorly advice if it weren't for the fact that I recall, years ago, my brother telling me about a time when he tried to snip a skin tag off of his neck with a toenail clipper and it proceeded to "bleed for, like, four days." Probably a good idea to get a second opinion but, fuck it, I need this Siamese twin gone, like, yesterday. So, that brings us up to today. I'm reviving this long dead-and-buried blog to document the exorcism of my nubbin-y nemesis, my plumped-up parasite, my flappy flesh-knob. I'd post pictures but A, no one should have to see such evil and 2, I'm pretty sure the photos would end up on some alt.binaries.nubbinlovers site and I just couldn't live with that. Instead, I'll try to post artist renderings of each step in the process. I'll start with a rendering of "the culprit" pre-strangulation. Warning: not for the faint-hearted.  UP NEXT: The Hangman's Noose  More Recent Articles |
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