Okay, everybody – it's time to play a new game that I'd like to call: NAME THAT INGROWN! Yes, that's right – I've got a blemish the size of a frisbee camped out on the side of my face. I tried feeding it earlier, but it damn near took my finger off. If it stays for too much longer, I'll have to color it brown with an eyebrow pencil and call it a beauty mark. An implant, if you will. I hear they're all the rage in Germany.