Been there
Once spent the evening in a mate's lounge, surrounded by hash smoke but virtuously refusing to share as I had to drive home.

Leaning over the arm of the sofa to hear someone better, I overbalanced and floated gently to the floor, fortunately cushioned by the world's softest 2' thick rug.

Of course I'd really toppled flat on my face on the threadbare carpet, monged to buggery on secondary weed.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 14:24, Reply)