Don't listen to
the foul interloper! One hallowe'en I
dyed my body
blue (no physical costume - not a
Smurf, not an
axphyxiated
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.