Getting so drunk, you decide to raid peoples' front Gardens for their plant bots or bird feeders and stumble down the road with them, inevitably dropping and smashing said object.
Jake - "man i was smashed last night, why is my coat covered in mud?"
Claire - "you don't remember? You were blatantly Plantpot Drunk mate"
Jake - "ah no way, my foreheads sore too"
Martyn - "yeah you walking into a lampost"