Skin is pretty awesome. It protects my insides from the outside, which happens to be full of bugs, knives, and explosives. (Yup, that about sums the world up. 😉 ) I don’t, however, appreciate when it’s dead and flaking off my body.
What’s that? I could just moisturize and it wouldn’t be so bad? LIES. Why, just the other day, I realized something was amiss with my claddagh ring. As I peered on the inside of the little hands, I noticed some gunk. Dark gray gunk, most likely consisting of dry skin and LOTION. Bastards!
So here I was, sitting with a pencil and scraping this disgusting filth from my ring. And I thought, Wow, what a good example for our fear and disgust of death! …. Ew. That was a huge chunk. Maybe I should grab a paper clip.