i popped it

Day Twenty-Three:

 

I popped it. Look at it. It's magnificent. And to think you were all no don't pop it, it'll get infected. No, it'll leave a huge scar. Don't do it, you don't know what might come out. And look at it. You're going to be fine. It's a little bit of goo. You are drippings with goo. That is pretty disgusting. Do you see the expression on my face? It's...it's just pure minging. Why did you let me do that?

 

Fine, yes, I may have waited till you were sleeping and leap on you and pinned you to the ground and squeeze with my hardest squeezes until it went Pop! It did too. I could hear it. I totally heard it go "Pop!". It was like the thing hard grown sentience and it was making a cry for help and that cry for help was "Pop!". That means we killed it. Why did you let me do that?

 

Fine, it was all me. But it's not like I didn't know what I was doing. I know what I'm doing. I've done my research. I mean I glanced at some instructional video. Although it might have been just the headline. Possibly a meme. So maybe I didn't know exactly, precisely, to the last detail what I was doing just I had the general inclination.

 

Got anything else that needs to go "Pop!"?

Done