Oh, man!! Bringing back rememberings!! Har!! In high school, it was the big getter in the locker room to sop the end of a towel with "atomic balm" and go around trying to hit guys where they didn't want to be hit with it. Some years on down the road, I broke my ankle and was in a walking cast, but the danged cast kept falling apart; I was a very active 200 pound, twenty something year old girl chaser. After the third re-cast, a guy suggested that I try reinforcing the cast with bondo and wire mesh. All went well, and we used a whole big can of blue mud on that thing; then it started to "go off". Yikes!! I nearly cooked my leg; entertained thoughts of cutting the danged thing off before it started to cool down, finally. When the Doc went to cut it off after he determined that I had sufficiently healed, he ruined a few saw blades doing it.