As usual, the scabs have been placed next to my Guinness World Record trophy for comparison and bragging reasons only.
This week's scabs were plentiful, but I chose what I think are the cream of the pus-filled crop. Isn't it neat how I made an evil face out of scabs?
I can't wait until the holidays when I can take full advantage of an Etsy account and sell scabs on a string for festive folks to twirl around their Christmas trees. Yeah, I know -- talk dirty.
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