Late one night (or early one morning, depending on your perspective) at Denny's we played a game like this. We were trying to come up with an image that would work as the Universal Turn-Off.
Ernest Borgnine
on all fours
wearing fishnet stockings,
smoking a cigar,
and covered in baby oil.
It's been five years, and I've still got the emotional scars from that image. I should have made everyone at that table throw some money in the therapy jar.