Oh wow, I thought this sort of thing only happened in romance novels. Apparently Wayne Robinson, went over to Dominque Fisher's house for a little sex after a night of drinking and Valium, and woke up the next morning with her name carved into his arm and a bunch of other cuts. Valium: sleep through anything.
When I woke I was covered in blood. Dominique was snoring. I just had to get out of there. I didn't even wake her to ask what she'd done.'
'I'm scarred for life,' he told The Sun. 'I wish I'd never met her.'
He said: 'I went to her place for sex, not to be tattoed. I can't believe she did this to me and I hate her.
Haha, that's what you get, Wayne. Getting cut is the non-collegiate equivalent of waking up with a giant Sharpie penis on your cheek. That said, don't lie -- you'd hit it again.
Hit the jump for a picture of the couple (both very good looking) and another of the rest of the damage.
Thanks to Joe, whose body has never been desecrated by a one night stand. Only steady girlfriends.