My ex-father-in-law had a nasty habit...
...of trimming his "verruca" with a pair of scissors in front of the telly. I had no idea what he was on about, until I too picked up a wart on the bottom of my foot.

Late one Saturday night about two years ago I got sick of this thing, so decided to remove it with a bit of home surgery. A dozen beers provided anesthetic, and my trusty pocket knife and a pair of sharp scissors were all the surgical instruments I needed. I did pour boiling water over them first in the hope of sterilising them, I'm not a complete idiot.

Using the pocket knife I dug away around the edges until a fibrous tube-shaped mass came away from the skin and hung free. The thing was attached by a fairly substantial (to me, anyway) blood vessel, and pulling or twisting the thing wasn't doing anything but cause me pain. So, I grabbed the scissors, pulled it out as far as I could, then snipped the fucker off. I packed the (bleeding) hole with cotton wool and taped it all up, then sculled another beer and went to bed.

Two years later and it still hasn't come back. Still, I don't recommend it to others - my current wife went ballistic the following morning when I told her why I was hobbling about.
( Udderbelly A tale of four titties, Sat 3 Jun 2006, 9:11, Reply)