Maki, I am totally on your team, man.
We must unite! As pimple popping patriarchs of painful pleaure!
I used to harass my acne-affected friends, asking why they would let these huge masses of infection just sit on their faces or necks, instead of getting rid of them. I mean come on! Rubbing alcohol, safety pin, pop it, squeeze it, rubbing alcohol the heck outta it, put a dab of Neosporin on, and in two days you're just fine. "Oh I already use medication!" Your medication is a placebo, my friend. They're LYING to you. Your face looks like Pizza the Hutt, but not even Barf would take a bite of you.
One of my friends has terrible scarring on his shoulders and neck. Hideous. He still has them. Chronic acne. Once at a house party, we were all huddled around a friend's computer drunk, watching stuff on Ebaum's World or something, I look over and he's got a small volcano growing out the side of his head. Mind you, he's 6'4" 360 pounds. I look at another friend, wink, grab my car keys, find the screwdriver bit I have attached to my keyring, and with ninja-like stealth, just barely touched that zit. He jumped like a polar bear was coming at him!!! I then got the bruise of a lifetime from him. And it was ALL WORTH IT. Nobody could stop laughing all night, just from that one spontaneous prank. I'd walk into the kitchen to pour another couple shots, everyone would just shout "STAY AWAY FROM MY ZITS! AAARGH!" and elsewhere in the house you'd hear severe cursing from the victim.
Ahh, good times...