One of the funniest things I remember from a drunken night a few years ago involved my sons partner.
We had been on a pre Christmas do at a local hotel (about 8 of us). The following day we were gonna be celebrating my grand sons birthday. My sons partner (D) insisted on going round all the tables and collecting all the helium baloon centrepieces. There were loads and loads of them. None of us could be bothered but he insisted.
It was the year of the very, very heavy snow - we couldn't get a cab so had to walk about two miles. His shoes were no way meant for snow walking and he slithered and slipped along behind us. All we kept hearing was THUD/BANG followed by bub, bub, bub, bub, bub, bub ........(the only way I can describe the sounds of the many balloons bouncing down with him).
We were in hysterics and kept telling him to just let them go ....................he was all indignant and insisted. God only knows how we got home.
Sadly the next day when we got up my living room was simply full of about 50 half inflated, sad looking balloons and D was black and blue.