a sticky finger (not to mention filthy)

At least I've never left the pub so drunk that I didn't notice one of my fingers was missing (although this has more to do with me not losing a finger to date than anything else...) until well on my way home. To add to the humiliation, the hospital had to ring the pub, where staff found the missing digit in the toilet. At the time of writing, the finger is waiting to be reattached. Bleurggh.

At least I've never done that. On the other hand...

Anyway, full story may be found here. If I'd been the pub staff member to find it, I would have flushed it.