Pound of Flesh (like that Will Smith movie except less depressing)
This week I had my poop-stain birthmark removed. It used to be on the back of my left leg. Three doctors and several appointments - it’s gone.
I won’t show you the after. It’s unsightly.
RIP Poopstain Birthmark.
You will be sorely missed. (At least until my stitches come out. Har har har)
