There was one girl I got with at a party about a year ago.
Even through the cloud of drunk I could see it was a bad idea. She kissed like a horse eating an apple and her breath smelt VERY odd.

And her pubes protruded from either side of her knickers like a panty moustache, which put me off enough to call the whole endeavour to an end. She followed me for weeks afterwards.
( Noit happy baby orangutan, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 23:20, archived)

Cripes!
It's a good job I don't get drunk anymore. I might just end up waking next to the nightmare you just described.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Tue 31 Jul 2007, 23:22, archived)