Quick hickey cures/fixes?

I still say decapitation is the best way out. But make sure to cut low to include the neck.

Do you think it is legitimate to ask someone if they will give you a hickey in order to try out this frozen spoon method? Or will it seem like a lame come-on? (which it is not, I assure you)

Of course there's the question of how to explain it when the hickey-making girl comes over.

felicity, I'd offer to do it as a test but I think we'd have to sell tickets. You could try it out on your arm. I don't think it'll work though, how will you explain that at work?

And yes, let's sell tickets.

REVIVE! Hickeys rule.

What, a guy is supposed to learn how to use "base" effectively in one day?

Dude, how hard do you think it is? You put some of that shit on and rub it in. I mean, shit man, you don't have to be a master painter to know how to do it.

I hope that hickey is gone by now.

When my son was a baby he had a bathtub toy that stuck to the edge of the tub with a suction cup. I was fooling around with it—sticking it to my forehead—and gave myself a perfect round hickey caste-mark. So you could superimpose a geometric suction-cup hickey over the organically-shaped one and tell people that you got it playing in the bath.

i totally did something like this. i was 17, and working at a branch of WH Smiths, and supposedly meeting my girlfriend who was university in oxford later that night, and kind of excited about it and talking about it with friends at work. only we broke up that nigh5t before i even left for oxford. anyways, a couple of nights later i was watching tv in the kitchen feeling miserable, and i started goofing around with one of those pneumatic wine fresheners that suck all the air out of an open bottle of wine, so it wouldn't spoil. i was attatching it to my arms, my hand... i even attatched it to my neck. and it wouldn't come off. and when it finally did, it left a massive hickey on my neck. so when i went into work next, with the hickey still angry on my neck, all my workmates congratulated me on what had obviously been a weekend of passion. and i had to inform them that we'd split up, and i'd administered said hickey to myself with a wine freshener.

ya but toothpaste works anyways

i love that story stevie, even if it was kinda sad.

there are so many such moments in my life where i'm not sure my life hasn't been scripted by some lame sitcom hack.

The forehead plunger hickey might be kind of inconspicuous on Ash Wednesday.