When one is so drunk, one is willing to place a rocket-like firecracker between one's butt cheeks and fire it off.
"What ho, stout Yeoman? Might I infer by thine Countenance that thou hast been tempted by The Drink?"
"Verily! In celebrating somewhat belatedly Her Royal Highness' Golden Jubilee, my Compatriots and I didst become so emboldened as to consequently suffer the following Reproach of a fine and honest Gentlewoman: 'Ye Gods, you Vagabonds, but you have become ass-rocket drunk!'"