I was at work towards the middle of the afternoon when I got a call from the missus. "When are you coming home? I have a duct tape problem for you when you get here."
"A duct tape problem?"
"A duct tape project." I told her I would be home in an hour or so.
I got a call a little later telling me that I really needed to come home soon.
When opened the door, I saw her. She was standing with her hands on her hips, although that wasn't what immediately struck me. She was wearing what appeared to be a skin tight shirt made of duct tape. She had taken a shirt and wrapped it in duct tape like a mummy. I asked if this was the duct tape problem she had.
"I can't get the back, and I can't sit down. I can't even go to the bathroom! I need you to finish taping up the back and then cut the thing off."
"Wouldn't it have been easier to wait until I got home to do this?"
"Hury up! I have to pee!"
So I taped the rest of her up and cut it off. She explained to me that she had read about it on the internet as way to make a form of yourself to fit clothing to. She later closed it back up and stuffed it. It now hangs from a door frame and scares the crap out of me when I turn the corner.