Dear Ban:

This is a picture of my living room. There's the white wicker chair I bought from Pier One, the plastic lamps that double as cocktail tables, the IKEA bookcase showcasing my collection of miniature motor vehicles fashioned from beer cans by impoverished Hispanics with lots of spare time and tin snips.



Here's my living room again, but in this picture Snowball, my invisible cockapoo, is wearing a tiny, invisible fez and twirling an invisible Hula Hoop around his waist.



This is a picture of my bedroom. There's the wall hanging my sister made out of colorful bits of laundry lint, and the lighthouse my mom painted for me during a long afternoon at My Name is Mud. Next to it are the silk flowers that my sister sent me in sympathy after she saw the lighthouse.



Here's the same room, but in this version Raoul, my invisible boyfriend, is wrestling with an invisible alligator. An invisible marching band cringes in horror while playing Fleetwood Mac's Tusk. On the wall, an enormous invisible plasma TV plays The Invisible Man.



Last, here's a picture of my favorite black t-shirt.



And here's my favorite black t-shirt after I put it on and it got completely coated with Ban Invisible Solid, which offers 24 Hours of Invisible Freshness.



Hope this helps,
RomanHans