Mad Enough to Kill
It was the Wagon Train, once a year 2000 rednecks get together and camp at the foot of fort mountain.
My cousin got completely waisted and passed out the first night.
His wife and the rest of us promptly undressed him and made a diaper for him.
We then painted his finger and toe nails red, put bright red lip stick on him, eye liner, mascara, blush or what ever it is you put on your cheeks to make them rosy, and tied a ribbon in his hair.
He woke the next morning cussing up a storm but he had only noticed the diaper.
He got dressed and walked to the breakfast line with the makeup, painted nails and ribbon in his hair.
It was almost the end of the marriage. He would have killed anyone who admitted to knowing anything about it.
Of course we knew nothing about this.