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    Give me your best mani horror story!

    Hi friends, Colton (owner of Punkish Polish) here.

    I wanna give away free polish because it’s so fun to be able to do lol, so share your best/worst mani horror story with me and the top 2 comments will get my upcoming Greatest Hits collection free! These are 5 of my best selling polishes 😁

    Giveaway will be open thru 11:59PM CST on Saturday, May 23rd. Winners will be announced via comment reply+DM; if your DMs are closed (understandable, Reddit is horrible lol) you’ll need to email shipping info.

    Sadly, US residents only. No purchase necessary to win.

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    1. JillianBth on

      This one isn’t so bad, but when I was a kid I had a Revlon nail polish pen. It was super cool and I was super excited about it.

      However, my older sister had been caught using nail polish to paint her dollhouse and was getting high on the fumes of it. So all nail polish was HIGHLY regulated.

      As an anxious kid, I was forever scratching my polish off (and still do which usually means a new mani on the daily), so my mom got sick of fetching the polish for me to use. She told me where her stash was and that I was only to use my own polish and under no circumstances use hers or my sisters. So off I went to paint my nails.

      In a fashion still true to me today, I couldn’t resist the vast selection of polish before me. But, I was under strict instructions to only use my polish on my nails. So, like the little gremlin I am, I found a loophole.

      My mom was NOT impressed when she came upstairs and caught me in the act of painting my little sister (after the dog resisted my attempts to get his nails). I’d painted my sister all the way up her arms in every color I could find.

      Anyway, I was not allowed to paint anything unsupervised after that…

    2. Bag_of_mjolnirs on

      Not really a horror story, but about 10m after I finished a cute little plaid stamped mani (that I was super proud of!) I banged my middle finger and broke the nail. I kind of stared at it and went oh well, it’s not *that* bad. Then about half an hour later I broke my ring finger nail on my other hand when I opened the fridge. I looked at it like… okay then. Then about an hour later I went to light a candle that was about halfway down and *lit my thumbnail on fire*.

      At that point I said okay, I’m not supposed to wear this polish right now. Then I filed both my middle and ring fingers down and did white and red vampire teeth nails because why tf not at that point 😆

    3. No-Feesh on

      Best mani horror story is perhaps what I did yesterday when I insisted to myself that my top coat would dry during my 45 minute drive and then entered my car. Damage pictured but it got way worse once I put my seatbelt on

      Worst horror story is when I melted my nail beds. Gel melter is a dangerous and highly caustic product. There’s no safe version but I thought if I was really careful to avoid my skin during gel removal, it would not give me a chemical burn. Well it ate my nail beds. I already have very thin nails so growing out that damage was not fun

      My redemption arc horror story is my stuck Sephora by OPI bottle. It was gifted to me by my best friend 15+ years ago. I recently cleaned the stem and screwed the cap on tight and it wouldn’t come off. No amount of forcing, soaking in hot water, and attempts to loosen with a hair dryer worked. So I bought a vintage bottle off Mercari for spare parts and pulled that fucker off with a wrench and pliers, badly damaging the cap, then replacing it with my spare parts and swapping brushes. Looks good as new lmao

      https://preview.redd.it/17lozg3dbq2h1.png?width=2205&format=png&auto=webp&s=371238548bd2906c556637dd8e29c307a634a2a6

    4. arochains1231 on

      I spilled like half a bottle of Holo Taco’s One-Coat Black on my pale pink bedsheets. Yes, the stain is still there to this day.

    5. sassy194689 on

      Back in the 90s, there were these ceramic collectibles called Precious Moments. They were figurines of sweet little children as angels or with animals or just doing adorable things or poses. They were all like this white or super light pastel colors. My aunt collected them HARD. I mean all over. In glass cases, on shelves, and on the coffee table. I went over her house to spend the day with her and have a girls day. We decided to paint our nails. She told me to keep the red polish that we were going to use on the kitchen counter. She went upstairs to get cotton balls and I started setting up the polishes and unscrewing the caps and painting. The doorbell rang and for some reason I took the polishes with me to see who it was. I tripped on the way there. The partially uscrewed polishes went flying out of my hand over the coffee table. It rained red polish all over the innocent Precious Moments. The bottles shattered as the hit the table. It was a blood bath. The poor figurines looked like they’d been massacred. I was horrified. My aunt came running downstairs and screamed and crumpled to the ground. She started crying, I started crying. It was bad. VERY VERY BAD. Some of those figurines could not be saved.

    6. P3RF3CT_ON3 on

      You know how a common joke in the nail polish community is that you can’t eat the nail polish? Well when I was a kid my mom painted my nails with this clear polish with heart glitters and I got banned from that specific polish because I would pick the glitters off my nails and eat them.

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