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I have PCOS & adult acne. The spots I have now thought, aren't as much fun as the ones I used to get. They are more sore & cystic. They don't explode like when I was a teenager!

My best ever spot was when I was about 14. It was on the top of my lip. It was sore & throbbing for days. Felt like I was walking about with a marble on my face. I exercised great restraint as there was no head appearing so I left it alone to ripen but one day I gave it a little experimental squeeze. And a bit of white appeared! That meant it was time! I took a deep breath and squeezed firmly. It exploded! A huge, solid chunk of pus hit the mirror. And then again, doof, another bit of pus hit the mirror. Then, third squeeze, a final bit of white came out. Then a tiny bit of blood. The lump had totally gone. I had to lie down for an hour! Then, it was like it had never been there, face felt normal. The relief was immense.

What was your best spot?!!

parent and lump bays - fantastic

PHANTOM what you need to do to get blackheads out of ear is get a bio/pen then take the ink out so you have the see through tube, place it over the black head in the ear and push down a bit.
The black head will pop up. It's pretty amazing really. Ds had one

I had had a crush on a man for man, many months. Finally a date, then another and then we DTD. Afterwards, he mentioned he had a lump behind his ear. I looked. I squeezed. And I promise you a string of pus cam out that by the end must have been 5 cm long.

He is history now, and the shag was meh, but the memory of that squeeze moment will live with me forever.

My dad has a large number of lipomas. To the point they stopped removing them because the fuckers kept coming back!

I have asked him if he's sure they're not sebaceous cysts (more fun) and he says they're definitely not.

Boo to my dad

I have only ever admitted this to my husband!
When I was 3 days overdue and not able to sleep I was on YouTube watching sporn videos when I heard a pop that didn't go along with the video! My hind waters went with a pop and my dd arrived 14hrs later! After the pop we went to get checked at the hospital and then I full on started! My dh didn't believe me until we got home from hospital with dd and he went to use the iPad to FaceTime his parents and there it was staring back at him!
I will be trying this tactic again next time.

I have a round scar on my thigh from a blackhead. Was about 25 years ago, noticed a large dark spot on my thigh which didn't go. After a couple of weeks I decided to give it a squeeze.

It was the gift which keeps on giving. About 3 cm long, like a cone - so big to start with and then getting thinner. I was sat on the toilet at the time. I just sat and looked at it for ages, wondering how something so long could have fitted in my skin.

I still wonder now, all these years later.

Sporn adjacent. Ds was a newborn and got a cold and blocked nose. I could see his nostrils all bunged up. After persuasion DH let me take the tweezers to them. I pulled out a bogey as long as his nose. Et voila he could breathe again.

I love all the stories. DH keeps talking to me, I just keeping nodding and doing a little laugh in response.

I once a had a hard red bump just below my hairline on my forehead. One day after a shower I noticed that it had been there for weeks and weeks (the days before my magnifying mirror and extractor) and I hadn't bothered with it. So I gave it a good squeeze. I see some white, I'm thinking its popped. Squeeze some more. Slowly realise that it hasn't popped but is coming out as a solid mass around 4mm wide with a black head on top.

Finally remove it, look at it in shock. Drop it. Never saw again except in mind.

I used to have terrible skin. I remember once having a big pulsating pus filled spot spot at the corner of my mouth. I was at work one day coming back from a break with come colleagues. I yawned and it popped - I actually heard it pop and I've no idea where or on who the gunk went.

I love these stories. I had huge zit on my chin this week, it was sore and throbbing all day.
I squeezed it in the car park when I nipped to the Co-op afte work. The gunge splurted onto the dashboard, it came out with such force.

I love a good bit of sporning. Normally i can't resist the urge to pester them early so you get a slow trickle over days. But i had one beast start to develop on my chin a few days before my WEDDING! Knowing that no amount of concealer would cover a picked spot i held off. By the morning after the wedding it was straining, i barely touched it and it exploded. Sweet sweet relief.

Not technically sporn but this gives me happy shivers... www.buzzfeed.com/candacelowry/watch-someone-fix-an-ingrown-toenail-and-try-not-to-vomit#.sjEL5A4qA

I love you all.

This is the reason for MN.

The best thing is the number of times y'all say "I still think of that fondly" or similar.

Wish I had a tale to share. Alas, am surrounded by very un-spotty people.

The descriptive writing on this thread is some of the best I have ever read. I've shared all my sporn stories before.

haven't read whole thread, but someone asked how to get blackheads out of the ear. you need a helper, but it is so satisfying.

the helper gets a hairgrip. and with the closed end places it over the blackhead. the helper presses down and pulls towards them at the same time. the result is pure heaven. a large curl of blackhead around the grip, and a hole where it was.

salivating at the memory of it

Oh, and I noticed the other day that my sister still has the craters in her ears from when she was a teenager and had blackheads in her ear.

My do did the hair grip trick on them.

Ds1 had a large blackhead in his ear. I just used my index fingers and it came out easily. He has now left home and has a g/f, so I don't get to examine his skin any more . He also used to have spots in his eyebrows, which were brilliant. Small hard lumps of god knows what.

Pohtaytoh my sister had an ingrown toenail last week and refused to come see me, she's here now and she knows she's still in trouble for not letting me at it. She sent me a message AFTER doing it herself, apparently there was pus and allsorts. Selfish because she doesn't even like sporn, and I bet she didn't even do it properly.

Wonderful memories of my first love, he had a huge huge black head in centre of his nose, that was so big it had sort of worked loose and was independent and looked as though it needed the merest touch to free it. I'd been thinking about this "thing" for days. How to approach? I finally snapped one lunchtime snoggy moment (literally behind the bike sheds we were 17 ) and pressed down on each side. It dislodged, and just kept on coming. Tons of hard, tubular brown stuff. It actually took ages and I kept having to say."Nearly done" or he'd have wriggled away. Finally the hole was empty and HUGE. Deep and wide. The contents were too much for even me to look at as they were old, and huge.
I've always thought his mum and sisters must have noticed it had gone. It must have been like one of the family. Can remember that 25 years later as clearly as day. Mmmmmm wonder if he developed any more.....

The ingrown toenail one. You can almost feel the relief.

I had the pleasure recently of watching as my DD had her ingrown toenail operated on. You should have seen the size of the piece of nail that came out!

This is great. She gets paid for doing this!! Off to retrain.....

(If you're worried about clicking it's lots of little ish blackheads being popped with an unusual medic's technique.)

I wonder if MNHQ would invite Dr Sandra (our queen) on for a web chat?
I'm thinking of divorcing Dh and disowning Dcs as they are all so unspotty.
These are animal ones but was great. We had a white poodle and I used to sit running my fingers through her fur when watching TV.one night I found a hard lump and found a blackhead about the size of a nailhead. I squeezed it and it came out just like a stick of pure black, tapering to yellowy brown.
Then one Christmas time she got sick, weak as a kitten and at deaths door. But being hols, no vets. Then suddenly got better a bit. It was hot summer so Df gave her a bath (she loved them) I was drying her and under her throat there was a spot. Of course I picked it and rivers of pus flowed out. She must have had a tic, that filled up and dropped off. She was a damn good dog.

I once had a really odd spot turn up in my eyebrow. Unusual place and I don't tend to get many spots. Anyway, I squeezed it off and on for a few days and then it started to throb. When I checked it out in the mirror things were a bit alarming - the skin was covered a bit by my eyebrow but things were red and had that sort of shiny and boggy appearance when there's a soft tissue infection. I gave it one last squeeze and it exploded, producing about 3 squirts worth of thick yellow/green pus plus the ingrown hair that had probably caused it. It cleared up nicely after that.

My second isn't pus but I was reading to one of the big kids after giving DS his night time breast feed. He was little so I was still in the engorged phase of feeding. One of my breasts felt a bit tender and lumpy in the bottom quadrant. I was sort of absent-mindedly massaging the tender bit when I heard a pop and the blocked duct unblocked and a stream of milk poured out. He is DC4 and we aren't having more but I'm sad that that will never happen to me again.

OK children, gather round for I have a wondrous tale of SPORN.

Years ago I was working in an office and having a really rushed, stressy day chasing deadlines - so when the crease between my nose and cheek started throbbing at about 9.30 I didn't have time to pay attention. However, it became increasingly throbby so I went to the office toilet to have a quick look in the mirror. Strangely there was no sign of a raised spot but if you paid attention you could see that the whole of one nose/cheek crease area was swollen and pink in relation to the other side. I very gently touched the raised area and HOLY UNDERPANTS THAT HURT. Instantly my eyes were streaming and no way would I be touching that again, too bloody painful.

So, I resolved to just ignore the throbbing until I had time to go home and think about what could be causing this - a sinus thing? A skin infection?

Anyway, too busy to stop so I go back to my desk and try to ignore the throbbing. But it gets worse and worse, so I end up taking two paracetamol to try to shut it up. It doesn't work. Ibuprofen. Doesn't touch it and by now I can actually feel my pulse in my nose crease. No way am I tempted to touch it again though - it was so sore. At intervals I dash back to the loo to check if it looks as huge as it feels but it's still just a general slightly pink swelling that's not too pronounced. Throbbing like a mofo by now.

I don't have time for lunch but I have to dash out to buy a wedding outfit for the next day so I rush into the M&S near my workplace to grab a few dresses to try on. I take them into the changing room, tear my office stuff off and, just as I'm reaching for the first dress, I catch sight of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror and do a double take. There's a white head on my swollen nose crease. I look again just to be sure and yes, definitely a head! But I'm not going to touch it because it was so insanely ouchy. But it has a head. But ow. I stand there for a minute unable to decide and then, so gently it's almost imperceptible touch, I place my middle finger on the side of the swelling. I don't press down at all, I just rest the finger with a feather-light touch.

KERSPLATT! Imagine if you had a soup ladel full of runny custard and you flung it at a mirror. It looked like that! I literally couldn't see my face anymore as all of that part of my reflection was completely obscured by DRIPPY YELLOW GUNK. I swear there must have been HALF A PINT OF PUS stuck to the mirror. And the throbbing and pain had instantly gone!

I stepped aside to a clear bit of mirror and looked at the site of the spot and it looked as innocent as ever: you would have had no idea anything had just come out of it. Clearly it's going to be empty now but I'm interested to see if the skin is still tender so I gently touch it again. WHICH BRINGS US TO...

ZIT 2: THE RECKONING.

You know those travel size toothpaste tubes you can buy from Boots? What came out of my face was like squeezing one of those from the bottom. Same width and quantity and colour of PUS as one of those. Oodles and oodles of thick white FACE CUM writhing out of my nose crease. It starts off pure white then becomes yellow and then pink and finally speckled with actual blood. It unspools onto the back of my hand and then flops onto my neck/chest because I have nothing to wipe it with.

Finally, it stops. I continue the pressure for a second once the matter has stopped coming just to be sure and A THIN LONG SPLINTER OF GLASS comes out of my face, followed by a dribble of pussy blood. I had absolutely no memory of glass entering my face. I have no idea when or how it happened.

By this point I am staring gasping at the mirror. I can't believe what has happened. I am amazed and, to be honest, aroused. But then it dawns on me that I have just basically destroyed a changing room with my face splat and I have no means of even beginning to clean it up. It would be a crime against humanity to leave it for somebody else to find. Oh, did I mentioned it smelled? IT STANK.

Apart from anything else I need to get back to work so I don't have time to think. I try on one dress, it's not great but it'll do. So I pick one of the other dresses, turn it inside out and use it to wipe the mirror and my body, as best I can, of RANCID SPLAT. Then I gingerly turn it back, hang it on the mirror and tell the woman staffing the changing rooms that I will take them both. So yes, I ended up paying £40 for a dress secretly full of pus that I binned as soon as I got outside, just because I had no other way of cleaning up my mess.

Those ten minutes in that changing room were undoubtedly the highlight of my life, and I draw on the memory often as a newborn suckles on a breast.

You're welcome.

I think I love you, Reputable.

(Wonders why you didn't just wash the dress though.)

DP let me at a lovely little bright yellow pustule on his arse cheek last night. I say let....more like he was changing and I stuck my nail in it. It exploded with a loud click leaving a blob of neon pus on my nail. Lovely.