Oh, this thread ain't dead yet. I just have to do a little house cleaning and sweep out a little trash...so to speak.
Back in the day..uh...hmmm 19......74-75? Garage band days. For any of you that had a garage band, you already know what kind of riff raff chooses to tag along for whatever reason. We had a house together, and partied a plenty there. It was a given that certain individuals would show up when the fridge would be stocked and always came empty handed. They were called moochers. This one guy made a habit of doing this at any given shin-dig no matter where it was and he liked hitting our house often. His usual payback was being passed out on the floor and would give the drunk artists an opportunity to strip him down to his undies and do all kinds of whacked out artwork all over his body with magic markers.
I never participated in this but I always got a good laugh out of it. BTW, this never happened at our house. It had always been at some other party and Dale would show up somewhere the next day with marks all over him from the previous evening. Those old MM's back in the day were pretty hard to clean off.
I had finally gotten tired of "Moocher Dale" sucking our fridge dry and decided to have a go at him. I let that mooch have all the beer he could stand and made a point to get him as drunk as he could stand. He did the obvious and passed out on the floor in the living room and about 3 AM, I went to my closet, got out my box of Halloween grease makeup, I chose the black & red jars, and proceeded to do his face up. MAN! When I got done with him he looked like a witch doctor from Borneo! I really had a very hard time trying not to laugh while I was doing this and would give a $1000 to have a pic of what he looked like. IT WAS A WORK OF ART! And I swear, morning came, Dale had gotten up to use the facilities, and I never heard someone scream the lords name in vain that loud before. I rolled over in my bed and laughed with vigorous silence.
Poor guy, he never figured out why people did this to him.