He drank too much and decided it was time for bed. So while the rest of us where there drinking away merrily, he set about constructing his Magnum Opus: the light-fixture hammock

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So great was his discovery, that we were all in awe of this well conceived and carefully devised device - and thus we were all unable to tell him how utterly stupid said idea was.
He managed to get one bit of twine like rubbish around the light; it was then that his engineering degree kicked in and that therefor must mean adequate Quality Control of the product
... the string sat there, gazing at him, it was a challenge

a mountain to be conquered. He ran across the room, and attempted a tarzan leap...
It held remarkably well, he managed to reach the apex of the swing before the light was pulled from the ceiling, delivering maximum damage to the intoxicated-Tarzan.
The owner of the light fixture may actually have been angry, were it not for the sheer hilarity of the situation
I think he stood up, yelped then collapsed on the sofa... and was never heard of again that night.
THE END