Eeewwww

Many years ago I saw a movie that was about witchcraft, or maybe voodoo (or are they the same thing?). I don't remember the story line at all, but I do remember one scene.

The main character had a blemish (ha, ha...do I sound like I'm 80 years old saying that?) on her cheek. She was at a party and in the powder room (again, with the 80 years old) she powdered (like, duh, what else do you do in a powder room) her cheek to try and cover it up. Throughout the evening the blemish got bigger and bigger. When she went home it was HUGE. I don't even think you could call it a blemish anymore, it was a full blown zit, like on steroids. Huge!

And then it POPPED! And all these tiny spiders came out of it!

I know! How disgusting! Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

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Guess what. I have this blemish on my cheek...

Why do I always think of that movie when I get a zit on my cheek?