This was most definitely the worst thread ever.
Then lunchy, McTaggart and Dan saved it. Especially McTaggart, what with that mouse on a frog/toad/whatever. I awed.
Stupid things my friends have done? Jesus...
I had a friend named Jess in High School. We kept in touch briefly after graduation, until the following: I ran into her in Manchester, NH one day. I was working. She had gone to a college in the western part of the state and I asked her why she wasn't there. She informed me she'd been kicked out. She was livid. She said they kicked her out for dealing coke. I brought up the fact that I seem to recall that she was, at the least, dealing pot. "That's entirely different!"
I found out a couple years later that she was telling the truth! She was just doing coke and dealing pot. Well, of course that's all well and good! Note, this isn't a judgment on folks who choose to do whatever, but it's pretty explicitely stated in most colleges that dealing will get you expelled. You commit the act, be prepared to face the consequences when you get caught and don't be a fucking baby about it.
More to the matter of myself being stupid as well: Anyone familiar with
skitching?
Now that you are, let me regale you. I have multiple friends who are into skating, my brother Chad included. Back over the summer when I was nineteen and he was seventeen, we had a few friends over, two of whom were skaters. Chad and our friend Rob suggested they try skitching on my car. Our other skater friend, Del, found it too risky and declined. So he and our other friend Brandon all piled into my car and the other two grabbed their boards and proceeded to the rear bumper.
Note, we lived on a hill. I myself once crashed my bicycle on this hill and tore my skin up something fierce (I still have a scar on my hip some 16 years later). I took off down the hill with Chad and Rob in tow. After about sixty yards, I saw Chad waving his hand. I thought he was waving it forward indicating to go faster, so I sped up to about thirty. Rob held fast, but Chad started to wobble and he lost his grip and faceplanted. The reaction in the car was mixed. Brandon was laughing hysterically, Del was shocked and scared and I was somewhere between. Unfortunately, with Rob still on the bumper, I couldn't just stop suddenly, I had to slow down first so he could safely release. Chad was still moving, but when I got to him, he was wobbling and barely able to get up onto his knees, much less stand. On top of this, his face and shirt were covered in blood. I had to one arm him and help him back up to the top of the hill and into our house. The first thing I heard was "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"
Chad developed a bubble-like scar (He called it his lucky bubble) over his lip that eventually had to be removed. To this day, he has a scar where it was and is incapable of growing facial hair in that spot, which prevents him from really ever having a moustache.