My friend left the pub one night after a few beers, dropped by the liquor store, bought a mickey of whiskey, got home and decided to tie a few flies and enjoy his whiskey. The next day the wife said "You were drunk last night!!". He replied "No, I wasn't". He went back to sleep thinking "How the hell did she know I was drunk last night". Later in the day he went into his flytying room and there was the sweater he had worn the previous night, GLUED to his table. He had passed out, knocked the head cement over...and later woke up , stuck to the table, wriggled out of his sweater and went to bed!!!!! I would have loved to have seen him do that!!! Classic!!
Note: He had to sand down and resurface the table!!