Hmmm, one year I ran into a guy offereing free "mammograms" while wearing a cardboard thingy on his head. I was delighted to whip my recently biopsied, black and blue breast into his rig. His expression was priceless, but he did recover enough to peck a kiss on it.
Heh, and now I have a Frankenboob to startle the unwary. bwaaaah.
Be careful what you wish for.
Some sunshine, some dust, a little paint and a tutu. Yeah.