By way of good friend Peter, we get some ... esoteric ... news out of Sweden.
I can honestly say that this one has never happened to me before.
Seems like a couple decided to spice up their pat-and-tickle by way of a set of handcuffs.
Things went as these things usually do -- up until the post-coital un-cuffing, at which time the husband found out that the key didn't fit the handcuffs.
After, and I quote "Prolonged attempts to un-cuff his better half" unquote, the husband apparently decided that expert assistance was required.
And who knows more about handcuffs than the local police?
Wait! It gets worse. The keys supplied by the helpful locals didn't fit either -- so the PD helped the old boy saw the cuffs off of his lady.
The absolute topper on the cake, though, was the reaction of the local gardai:
"'We view this purely as a service. It usually happens about once a year,' said Andersson."
Oh. My. Gawd.
Gentlemen, the lesson here is to keep the Seven Ps* firmly in mind when it comes to your recreational activities.
*Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.