Weegee's Repulsively Descriptive Narrative of the Night:
I am proud to announce that the most vile, deplorable boil ever to have disgraced my pelvic region has just been vanquished. The repugnant blemish had grown to the size and solidity of a dime over the past month before finally having its contents forcefully ejected from my person by means of considerable thumb-pressure. At least a teaspoon of near-black blood, accompanied by an audible "squirting" sound, spurted from the wound and subsequently distributed itself over the bathroom counter, wall, sink, and onto the stack of Dixie cups normally used for rinsing. As revolting as the sight was, the soul-cleansing properties of peroxide later put my mind as ease. "Huzzah!", I though to myself, knowing that the sanctity of my pelvic area had once again been preserved.
tl;dr: Popping boils feels good man.