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Mr Zit decided to land on my forehead 5 days ago, and im wondering if he'll ever leave. He seems to be creating a nest there for himself and refuses to budge altho ive been trying to lure him out with biscuits (zit cream). I think im officially a pig too. Stocked up the pantry with J today, grabbed everything i fancied, after a short bout of empty-pantry (editing was done after a kind soul notified me of the empty-panty typo *hides face in brown bag*) syndrome, it sure feels good to know i can stuff myself silly again. Woot!