One time, on a cold winter day, I went to piss at a public restroom and as I started to relieve myself, I was surprised by the absence of any sploshing sound... So I looked down, and I saw that my PENIS was starting to inflate, like a barrel in a cartoon that's filling up before exploding: the tip of my foreskin had frozen a little bit, stopping my piss from exiting my PENIS. The mental-image of the exploding barrel scared me, so I managed to stop pissing any further, while panicking a bit.
After that, I successfully rubbed the tip of my PENIS to unfroze it (the heat of my piss probably helped a little also). I peacefully resumed pissing after pressing on my PENIS to push out the piss inside.
So I gues that the morale of that story is that I (or myabe I should say my PENIS) kinda experienced the kiss of a Yuki Onna or something