My favorite story along those lines was about a couple who had been engaged in a drinking and crystal meth-fueled sex session. The spread-eagled gal passed out on the bed after the last round. The guy went back to the kitchen, took another hit and spied a tube of super glue in the kitchen window sill.
At the time, it seemed like a wonderful idea to be bonded to this woman forever. Superglue in hand, he heads back to the bedroom, where he drizzles it over her lady parts before driving home his point about forever love.
For those who don't know, superglue on vaginal mucosa is a bit uncomfortable. More like, burns like hell. Well, as any woman would do when awakened from slumber by intense pain in her nether regions, she brought her legs together, gluing her labia shut.
She got lucky, in that they were able to get things apart in the ED and not in the OR. The GYN consult still had to borrow a gallon of acetone from me after he ran out..😁 It took him a couple of hours to get things apart, with a nurse manning the squirt bottle.
Really would have been a mess, if she hadn't woken up screaming...I'm not sure how they would have gotten them on a gurney, much less separated...