My brother is down with Chicken Pox, and he just looks bad.  Like he could use the best acne treatment known to man.  It’s just sad to look at.

I remember when I had chicken pox.  I wasn’t vain enough yet to worry about NOT scratching my face back then.  Thankfully, no scars for this mofo.  I’m actually pretty happy to know that you can only get chicken pox once in your life.  After that, it’s not the pox anymore.  It’s shingles.

For some reason, chicken pox sounds a lot friendlier.

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