In highschool there was a security guard who had wicked cirrhosis all over his forehead, so I dressed up like him for Halloween once with red tape all over my face, tucked in sweater and walkie talkie.
As soon as he heard about it, there was an insane man-hunt for me all over the school. Then I got called to the super intendents office and he chuckled a bit and told me to apologize.
SO then I walked out of the office and told the dude, "I'm sorry you have cirrhosis." and left.
I was such an awful kid.