This one year some kids or ill-behaved adults covered my car with a flour-and-water concoction that congealed, and froze, into a slimy hard nightmare of paper mache-like awfulness. I spent a long futile hour with a scraper. It didn’t really come off until the following weekend when I could properly wash the car.
I got my revenge by nailing chicken hearts to the doors of everyone in the neighborhood. I never knew who exactly was responsible, but whomever it was, they definitely got my chicken-heart warning.
Colonial-American Word of the Day
Lickspittle: (n) a parasite; a talebearer