The Wolverine

The act of waking up next to a very homely lady sleeping on your arm after a night of drinking, and instead of risking waking her up and having to plow her again by moving your arm, you chew off your own arm to escape.

I woke up next to a real barracuda this morning. I don't know what happened last night, but I didn't want to find out this morning, so I had to do The Wolverine to get out of there.