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Confetti Landmine

Anonymous, ??, from a cave writes:

"Shhhhhhh. I’m in my cave of a home. I don’t want anyone to know. The last time I went in public I wore the bullet hole and fangs. The newspaper read, “Dead Vampire Goes to Bank.” Now that I’ve paid the additional fee (well worth it) I’m able to stay at home, completely covered by this gleaming, sparkling, cheerful, face that distracts the neighbors and allows me some relative peace. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

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Towel Man

Your boy wants this in his life.  Your husband needs a costume.  Your basset hound may chew if left unattended, on the living room floor, the kitchen floor, in the basement.  Your boy does not smile as often as a boy should but with this yellow foam sphere who is to tell, who is to care what is underneath, aside from the sweat, the hair, the mucus, saliva.  Your boy may have trouble breathing.  Your husband less so.  Cover them both up with a special—two for one.  Cover the dog if you call in the next five.  Cover your house if you so choose for an additional fee.  Your neighbors will appreciate the new levity.  Your neighbors will stop assuming you are not happy.  Your neighbors may even purchase a foam smiley face with detachable fangs and bullet hole to cover their own homes, making you, dear, more than the dress you wear.  Finally.  You are more than the kitchen gloves.  Now.  You are the Trend Setter.  See them, all smiling, the homes, the families, down the street, across town, downtown, and over the strip malls, all smiling.  And if the trend does not set, then stick the fangs on the boy, the bullet hole on your husband, and send them out.  Terrify them all.  They’ll scream.  They’ll run.  They’ll never whisper about you again.  Your boy will smile beneath his smiley face.  Your husband will grin.  Your basset hound will slobber.  But only if you act now.  Act now.  Please.  Act now.