Pierced.

This afternoon, Ashley, Natalie and I took a bus to Carling Avenue (on purpose). When we got off the bus, we were in front of a tattoo parlour. This too, was on purpose. We entered the tattoo parlour, filled out a few forms, and waited. And waited.
Have you seen the show American Chopper? You know who 'Paul Sr.' is? If not, look him up. Because that is the guy who beckoned me into the back room. I followed him.
This man sat down on a chair, and pulled his vest around his enormous beer belly. Then, he swept his long beard out of his face, and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.
Before I knew it, there was a long tube up my nose, and he was stabbing me with a needle. Pulling the needle out, he then inserted a screw INTO MY SKIN.
Before I knew it, I had a new nose piercing.
I then held Ashley's hand while she had her helix pierced.
That was my afternoon.
Hooray.