Don't listen to the foul interloper!
One hallowe'en I dye
d my body blue
(no physical costume - not a Smurf
, not an axphyxiate
d dead baby
, perhaps just someone in a funk
) with food colouring (the remnants of which later ended up in -Blue-
) - my mom made me wash it off a couple of days later when she imagined bruises on the walls where I was thought to have brushed against them. Grr! So for hallowe'en night I ended up being a very clean boy. Grr! I hate you mom! You're not the boss of me!
Anyhow, it took much longer to apply than it did to remove, but then again, I was very ... er, thorough. No nook or cranny escaped the loving detail of this craftsman, if you get my drift.