Uri fookin' Geller
On the occasion of New Year's Eve, 2003, I bet my companion, Prince Hans Verdant Magnusson, that not only was spoon-bending possible, but that within a year, I would have mastered it. If not, he could kick me up the arse.
Being drunk at the time, not only have I neglected to remember what I would win, but I also forgot, at the time, to do anything about it.

My perineum bled, January 1, 2005.
(Clerk T Hazarde are all the wine, Fri 8 May 2009, 12:07, Reply)