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so none of you ask, for you will get this answer:
What is that thing? It's a birth defect. I'd rather not talk about it, it makes me self-conscious.
Did it hurt? Well, it felt like having your skin flayed off, a millimeter at a time.
Why did you do it? Just so that my very existence would be offensive to the likes of you.
That's permanent you know... For the price I paid, it better be.
Is that real? No, it's one of those stick-on ones.
What did your parents say? My dad stabbed me, but that's ok, because my mom dropped the gun when she saw the blood.
You must've been pretty drunk when you got that. Yep, and I saved two bucks 'cause I found my own needle in an alley!
I would NEVER do that. Panzy!
Your one of those freaks aren't you? Yes.
Isn't there some sort of health risk? Naah, the guy got a brand new guitar string right from the package in front of me.
Won't you regret that when your 80? At eighty, I think what I shall regret are the things I always wanted to do and never did; the experiences I denied myself because I was too concerned about others' opinions, or too anxious for their approval; but I think I would regret most a life wasted living as someone who was not me...
What is that thing? It's a birth defect. I'd rather not talk about it, it makes me self-conscious.
Did it hurt? Well, it felt like having your skin flayed off, a millimeter at a time.
Why did you do it? Just so that my very existence would be offensive to the likes of you.
That's permanent you know... For the price I paid, it better be.
Is that real? No, it's one of those stick-on ones.
What did your parents say? My dad stabbed me, but that's ok, because my mom dropped the gun when she saw the blood.
You must've been pretty drunk when you got that. Yep, and I saved two bucks 'cause I found my own needle in an alley!
I would NEVER do that. Panzy!
Your one of those freaks aren't you? Yes.
Isn't there some sort of health risk? Naah, the guy got a brand new guitar string right from the package in front of me.
Won't you regret that when your 80? At eighty, I think what I shall regret are the things I always wanted to do and never did; the experiences I denied myself because I was too concerned about others' opinions, or too anxious for their approval; but I think I would regret most a life wasted living as someone who was not me...