Oh, lord. When I first got to uni (have I told this story here? I think I might have), I got mighty drunk on brandy and beer, and locked myself out of my room in halls. I was then taken home by some chick who realised that it was unbecoming of me to be very drunk and very undressed in public at that time of night. So, I'm going down on her, and I come up to kiss her, and she just gives me a dirty look and says something like "not until you wipe that blood off your face". Oh, she knew. She just didn't wanna tell me. Of course, it took until I sobered up before I could taste and smell it, and I had to shave my whole beard off to get rid of the stink.