Houston, we've got a scab! That's right, bitches. Look how healthy I am. I took a pic of it and used to my calf to make it look like a buttcrack. But it's actually my leg. All that sketchy looking shit around my gorgeous scab is dead and/or irritated skin. Not only are my germs a bunch of useless pussies, but now my skin is joining the mutiny. The changing of the bandages is fucking shit up. Hopefully I'm on the right path of curing my HIV status.
It's a little known fact that the original lyrics to Charlie Rich's classic was..."Hey, if you happen to see the most beautiful scab in the world, tell it I love it"