True story..
Had an old country guy helping roof a house one day. It was hot, and he'd brought a cooler.
After several beers, he was more hammered than the nails. Tried to get him to go sit under a tree.
But no, and a few minutes later, tap, tap, tap, ahhh! right off the roof.
Climbed back up, and a bit later we heard him yell again.
Climbed back up, but after the third time, he finally looked up and said, "Well..I'm a headed to the house".
Wouldn't let anyone drive him, and off he went.
Funniest thing, his last name was Edge.