CELEBRATE

blue man alone, blue man on a rampage, blue man drunk, cracked and about ready to spill blue over everything. turns out, being a blue man is a life of residual bleeding, crackling paint and with it, pain. imagine your skin shrinking in on itself. i imagined implosions. blue and red all over the place. damn theatrical carnage.
my visiting japanese friend learned three valuable lessons tonight. do not fall asleep at a hallowe'en party. misplaced cans of shaving cream should not be left willy-nilly in the house. you cannot trust your friends with a can of shaving cream. ah, learn these lessons well.
strangely, mixed with shaving cream, i become mottled blue. now there is a use for this, i'm sure...
advantages though for a blue man may be worth noting:

• when walking on the streets with beer, you might as well drink. draw attention? you're fucking blue! what are you worried about?
• when searching for a place to hide, find the nearest blue wall and strip naked. the cold will only enhance the camouflage.
• when stealing wheelchairs from the crippled, you can excuse yourself for being blue.
• when socializing in dim light, people may mistake you for a dark blue man, and you can experience first hand, raw exposure to the racial elements. they tell me that it's ok, one of his best friends is dark blue.

in summation, i'd like to leave you with a stern reprimand and final warning for megalomaniac, bill gates. LET MY PEOPLE GO!
[Middle English celebraten, from Latin celebrre, celebrt-, to frequent, celebrate, from celeber, celebr-, frequented, famous.]