Good grief, as if it wasn’t complicated enough to be a teenager: a Berkshire teenager has had a spot of bad luck, when he woke up to discover that his forehead acne spelled out the word “arse”.
I’ve always had bad skin and didn’t think things could get any worse, but obviously I was wrong. I was horrified when I walked into the bathroom the other day and looked in the mirror.
I literally did a double-take when I noticed my spots formed a-r-s-e and I tried everything to get them off.
[from Nothing To Do With Arbroath]