The Joker/trevor,
Whisky is the one thing I never drink, after an extremely unfortunate incident many years ago.
One night, having enough whisky on board to power a rocket out of the earth's gravitational pull I thought it a good idea to shave
nowand save time in the morning. Perhaps I had some secret fantasy about winning the Tour de France, whatever, but I shaved my entire body from the neck down.
All of it. Woke up with bed sheets glued to me. Tearing myself free caused yet more blood to flow. It also took days to completely eradicate the trail of blood from bathroom to bedroom. Only plus point; it gave the wife a good laugh.