One time, last winter, my dad went out snowmobiling. He got drunk, and it was snowing really hard, so they shut the gates to the trail, and he couldn't get out. So, he hopped over the fence, which is taller than him, and fell into the snow and almost broke his neck.

Then, he walked a half a mile up the road to our house, and lied down in the snowbank for about an hour, covered in snow. My mom called here, looking for him, because she heard no one had seen him, and she got worried he was lost out in the snow, or something, and my sister was home alone, so she started getting worried.
Then, my dad comes into the house, completely covered in snow; he had black carharts on, but they looked completely white, then he said to my sister:
Common, you gotta get out there! It's so much fun! You hid in the snowbank, from the cars! They cant even see you! It's like a trip! It makes me feel like an animal, hiding from a predator!"
And shes like "No thanks" So, he goes back out for another two hours, but he kept comming in going "They're looking for me! You can't let them find me! They're going to get me!" and stuff, and went back out, and my mom called, and my sister said he was there, and stuff.
Turns out, the entire time they were looking for him on the trail, he was running behind trees from them, so they couldnt find him!

Then he rolled into the snow so he was completely white, and they couldnt see him, and ran home, and hid in our snowbank by the road. And we live on a busy road, too. haha
Hes a funny drunk, and he doesnt get drunk too often, so, when he does, theres always good stories.
Guess you had to be there, though. lol