In an attempt to best your woes, Shark - I once took a strimmer through a fresh dog turd, which had the effect of splattering me, head to toe.
I realized that I needed some assistance, but I could feel that there was turd shrapnel on my lips, so I didn't want to say anything - so I was tapping the back door to the house with a (non-shitty) stick, and groaning like a zombie trying to get someone's attention.
You'd have thought that The Generation Game had nothing to teach us - but sometimes they'd challenge middle-aged, middle-class couples to eat a creamy pastry without licking their lips.