I have the misfortune of being very coherent while drunk right up to the last minute, so I'll be chatting to a girl with some degree of success due to the ridiculous amount of false confidence getting trashed gives you, the alchohol making me seem funnier in my own head anyway but most importantly not slurring and quoting as much Withnail and I as Humanly possible, and then five seconds later I am yakking on the floor.
Well that happened once, and it was Pancakes Mother.
Well that happened once, and it was Pancakes Mother.