In 1978, my Aunt Ev and Uncle John got me this poster for Christmas.
I remember I opened it alone, unfurling it only enough to see their faces, then shoving it under my bed in horror. Good thing I just took a peek, because seeing Maurice's profile probably would have blinded me, then killed me. Great. Anyway, my holidays had been ruined.
I think this is also why I share Fancy's dislike of white pants. "I invite your stains," they say. No thank you.