The clasp on your neck/wrist/ankle/belly/whatever chain let go and you had to search for it in the muddy roil. Wait, you said chainSSS. OK. You and Eric got your neck/wrist/ankle/belly/whatever chains entangled... ah... er.... oh yeah, because you had had a few pints too many at the Jug and were lending each other physical support. Alas, the conjugation proved too encumbersume and balance was lost, tumbling you both to the muddy roil ( I like "muddy roil" ).

How many guesses do we get ? I figure I am entitled to at least one more because you didn't set any rules yet.