I haven't actually worn a Halloween costume in at least 20 years, when I went to a Bob Dylan themed party as the Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands, and the plastic tears I glued to my cheeks took a few layers of skin with them when I tried to peel them off -- I still have faint teardrop-shaped scars.
But this variation on crime-scene tape on 44th Street made me smile.
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