All Things Profane and Sacred

J's back was not feeling too well the other night, so I massaged out his knots and rubbed in some of the super duper ball burning icy-hot. Immediately after doing this, my eyes went screwy with that feeling us contact wearers know too well-TIME TO GET THE FUCKERS OUT. Unfortunately, my hands were covered in this burning goop that does not wash off that easily. What to do? It was J to the rescue-he pulled my contacts out of my eyeballs. My hero.