ninja zit

Silent. Unexpected.

A master of stealth and surprise - the Ninja Zit. 

I left home this morning fresh-faced and squeaky clean. But somewhere between morning coffee and lunchtime, a lovely little mountain of pore-plug-goo appeared on the tip of my nose, to the delight and horror of my co-workers (none of which mentioned it to me).

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