Though now i'm not so zitty - growing up i had my fair share of em; my father on the other hand has always had oily skin and been prone to cysts like this guy's (i'm sure he wants me talking about his cysts)so mornings often involved me and him in the bathroom brushing teeh and busting each other's back zits with sadistic glee:
"Ooooooh sucker! leave it alone!"Our bathroom mirror often resembled a Jackson Pollock painting, reguardless it was good father/son bonding time and an activity that goes back to the monkey-days i'm sure. Instead of pulling out lice and eating em, we're busting zits and laughing at each other's pain, priceless. And yes, i do recognize the obvious sexual connotations of a "rock hard zit, that just won't go" you perverts.
"Hold still dad i almost got it!"
"Leave it, it doesn't have a head yet!"
"wait wait, i almost -"
"Yeeeeouch! knock it off!"
"Ok ok ok..."
"Son of a gun! i said stop!"