"When I was about 17 years old, I always had itchy, flaky scalp. It would itch and irritate me so badly that my mother thought I had lice from all the scratching I did, but no, it was just my nasty scalp. Sometimes while I was in a particularly productive bout of scratching I would accidentally hook a fingernail under a large flake and pull off what looked like a little cake of crusted dandruff, about the width of a thimble, in my hand.
Anyway, during one such intense scratching episode I got my fingernails involved, but this time instead of pulling the flake straight off, I razored a straight line about 2 inches long, straight up the back of my head. Immediately I could feel the tip of my fingers covered with some nasty goo. I had delved much deeper than usual in this case than previously. I tried to push the edges of the nearest dandruff-infested skin clumps back together like a seam, but was met with a dagger-like shaft of horrible pain for my efforts. I decided to ignore it, and go on with my life. BIG MISTAKE.
I could feel that foul pus oozing out of the back of my head all night long, infecting my hair and trickling down the back of my neck. I touched some of the trickle that was on the back of my neck, and looked at my fingers--the fluid was a sickly yellow and smelled like death. Over the course of the next 2 days, I always wore a hat, pulled down practically to my ears, to disguise from my alarmist parents the sight of my crusted hair and the constant seeping flow.
Finally, though, about 3 days after I'd cut myself, I began to worry because the wound hadn't finished leaking pus. Tentatively, I pushed two fingers at the back of my skull and was rewarded with pain so intense I collapsed to the floor. My mother found me and pulled my hat off, and screamed because of the coating of translucent gunky pus-clumps that clung to my hair in various states of congealment.
They took me to the doctor, who shaved off all my hair to discover that the wound had become badly infected. They managed to save my life, but it turned out that the malignant pus had seeped into a small portion of the bone at the rear of my skull. That particular portion had also become infected and the doctor had to actually REMOVE a section of my skull a little larger than a quarter, replacing it with a small steel plate. He later told my father that the part of my bone they'd removed looked like a saggy, rotting, flaking honeycomb.
Anyway, for the entire rest of my life I have kept my head utterly shaved, and even though I have no hair I use a special shampoo for my scalp--I probably don't need to do either anymore, and many people stare at me (maybe they think I'm a Nazi skinhead) but I don't care. To this day I will often absently run my hands over the back of my bald head, luxuriating in the quiet joy of having a clean, dry, healthy scalp." -- Teratoma
Hey Ernie, I think I've written to you about twice since you opened up shop. Thought I'd throw some fodder your way. First off, here's some "Russian Pinups" .. A little fun, a little creepy. Second, I was in Hampden (a part of Baltimore) this past Wednesday, and I saw this guy, stoned out of his gourd. How do I know he's whacked? Because there ain't no way in hell a sober peson can lean like that without busting his ass.. Last (and I hesitate to share, but WTF, right?) - at the age of 49, I'm doing my first cosplay. I don't know if I'm doing it right, but, well... Browncoats FTW (if 10 years or so too late)... Yes, I (think) I'm prepared for the ribbing I'm about to get. Keep up the good work, -Tom
Actually dude, that's a pretty good Captain Mal. Color me impressed.
Arch bridge is one of the most popular types of bridges, which came into use over 3000 years ago and remained in height of popularity until industrial revolution and invention of advanced materials enabled architect to create other modern bridge designs. However, even today arc bridges remain in use, and with the help of modern materials, their arches can be build on much larger scales. The basic principle of arch bridge is its curved design, which does not push load forces straight down, but instead they are conveyed along the curve of the arch to the supports on each end. These supports -- called abutments -- carry the load of entire bridge and are responsible for holding the arch in a very stable position. Can you tell me the name of the historic old bridge this abutment is supporting?
this bert and ernie shit is creepy
russian or not, this is a cool paint job
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well at least she's alive to laugh about it
the 40oz tomahawk
don't stare at the sun
my owner loves me
Group Of Orcas Hunt Minke Whale
Every Caturday we give Marmalade a little whip cream as a treat
trapeze article, fall leaves, and a lesson about inertia
s.s. beeftacos takes flight and street clean up
Trying to teach my son to blow his nose properly and...well...this happened
P3D - The Impossible Landing (United Airlines Flight 232)
the remastered and upgraded version of Hell's Club 2 with a new calibration.
Don't hesitate when jumping a ditch
Alex Chance has us Seeing Stars
Aspin Martin gets naked
Cybergirl Klara seeing Double
marilou morales shows off her new icredible boobs
Misty Lovelace Returns on In The Crack
fist girls picdump 47
Blonde in a dress in a pool