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Hey there Mike, do you have a minute? I want to talk to you about something that just happened
this morning and kind of messed me up, as you can see.
Whoa, what happened to you Lea? How did you get those hand marks on your face?
Well to be honest, my boyfriend Tony slapped me after I tied him to the bed and started
popping his zits. He told me to stop, because it was creepy and it was hurting him, but
I didn’t listen.
So what happened?
Well he managed to escape (guess I'm not great at tying the knot, right?) and slapped me
for tying him up and of course, hurting him.
Hm, I think he is right though. I mean, who in their right mind would tie their boyfriend
from the bed to pop his zits?
You are right Mike, but I have no idea why I am so obsessed with popping zits. The way
I see zits is like they're intruders of the body and once I pop them, I feel really free.
Go on…
Yeah, it's like popping them and taking in some freedom, it's hard to explain. I feel
like I'm a kid and someone gave me a candy.
That's a bit of a sick way to put things, since you're talking about popping zits. I
can totally understand your love for doing this, but still, to me this sounds and is
really gross.
Hm, is that a zit I see on your ear?
Oh no you don't, stay away from me!
Oh come on Mike, it's just a small zit. It'll go down easily, let me help you.
I don't want to be helped. Leave me alone you zit popping freak!
Just one small pop Mike, a very small pop!