Not even the drop of a hat. Confession number 155: I once went out w/demonrail666, staggered back to his old pad, then promptly spilled an entire can of foul-smelling beer over his sofa. demon was not impressed, but not as enraged as his pamamour at the time, who I think wanted me killed.
Have I improved since then? Hell, no.
EDIT: Evidently, I can't spell "paramour" either.
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