Several years ago while sharing a duplex, I walked out of the bathroom to see my roommate lurching in at a rather late hour. She was bent forward at an awkward angle and limping to the point that she was almost dragging one leg behind her. She explained that she had taken a bit of a tumble while trying to navigate some stairs in an 'impaired' state.
"Well, good lord," I exclaimed, curling one leg underneath me as I took a seat on the couch watching her poor execution across the living room floor. "You look like Quasimodo."
She stopped near the doorway to catch a rest. "Yeah, or the Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Well...there is that.