just take some tupperware and canvas the neighborhood for volunteers.
Oh man. I'm thinking about the many, many, many multiple Tupperware parties I attended as a church-going child of the 70s. I saw jello molded, ate Koolaid popsicles, and played with those freak-ass zoo animals. Never once though, did the hostess say "Now, this model is perfect for when you need to store that extra bit of sperm..."
The ones I pity are the ones who never stick out their neck for something they believe, never know the taste of moral struggle, and never have the thrill of victory. - Jonathan Kozol