Face Paint

From a camp to ACM open day, and I was accosted by a flock of preteen girls wielding paint-brushes.



Right arm

Right arm

Left arm

Left arm

All of which wasn’t as bad as what happened to the principal, whose fatal last words while lifting his left shirt-sleeve were, “I’m preaching tonight, so don’t paint my face.”

He ended up with both arms painted from shoulder to fingertip, hot pink with lime green, blue and orange flowers and butterflies.


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