I use either a toothpick or floss if brushing won't remove a piece of after dinner crud and I have discovered why alcohol was used as aesthetic for surgery in days past.
After just the one wee drink, ok a little more as it had been a stressful day, a particularly stubborn tightly jammed in piece of crud that needed a good flossing to remove it was troubling me. I assiduously devoted the mint flavoured waxed thread to it but by golly it was stuck. Maybe I had earlier snapped off the end of a toothpick and jammed it in the tooth gap. Ah, blessed relief, as I swallowed the removed crud and possibly a piece of Asian grown timber. I can feel the gap nicely with my tongue now and all is well. Time to
I awoke the next morning as fresh as a daisy. After showering, I cleaned my teeth. Ouch! As I spat out, blood was mixed in with saliva and toothpaste. Lordy, my gum is sore.
I learnt my lesson. No body maintenance under the influence. I should have learnt when I gave my self some foot maintenance and a pedicure and ended up with raw flesh, or the time I attacked a deeply buried pimple and ended up with a half of my face looking a baboon's arse when infection set in.
All body maintenance is herein to be done in the cold harsh light of day. Fortunately I have never been tempted to do any depilatory work after a drink. That really could be an ouch.
I hasten to add these three events were over many years. I don't want to sound like a lush. Wombat and Pants, silence if you please.