 I had a skin tag under my arm and it disappeared. Oh. I was going to take nail clippers to it. Your armpit ate it. It rotted away. It rotted away. Wait. No. Sorry. All right. I'm glad you got good news. It was a tic-tac. Oh, thank you. All right. Love you. And don't use nail clippers. Ow. Jesus. Jazz and AJ. Weather. Traffic. You can't stand skin tags. Yeah.