When you have had several bottles of red wine too many and a bottle of cheap Estonian vodka do not, I repeat, do not decide to receive a chocolate enema administered by a seven foot tall tranny. Oh the mess. Oh the chocolate. Oh the heels.
It was as effective as a, erm . . . . chocolate enema.
As Johnny Rotten once said, “Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.”