Stupid thing that didn't kill you?
 

What is that stupid thing you did thats a great story . . later . . . only because you didn't kill yourself or anyone else lol :)

Edited to Add: Or someone else did.

Paging Lifesaver and KABillymac . . . for this and the hangover thread :)

Well one night I drove (or should I say TRIED TO DRIVE) home while EXTREMELY drunk and ran into a Walk/Don't Walk sign. My car is messed up to this day. VERY lucky I didn't kill myself or someone else.

I was a dumb freshman and I almost got alcohol poisoning. One of my friends had to take me home and call my best friend in the whole world to come from an hour and a half a way to help me.

After hardly drinking all summer, I decided to start with a shot and a half of SoCo, drive 1/2 hour away to another party, then have 2 shots of whiskey and 2 shots of tequila. Because the party was way sketch and the girl I had followed there was in a room having sex/sleeping over, I was left alone in a living room full of guys, knowing full well that if I fell asleep, they would DEFINITELY try to do something to me. So I had about 8 glasses of water, got in the car, stopped for coffee (I think..), and tried to find my way back to the highway. All I had to say was thank god for cruise control or I would have been SCREWED!! I made it to a gas station to pee, ran back to my car, and eventually arrived home at 5 in the morning. The next day, not only did I have a REALLY REALLY BAD Hangover, but I was also throwing up. I also found out that there had been quite a few DUI arrests the night before because it was a DUI Task Force that night. Oh, and what was better was my mom dragging me out of bed at noon and asking me why I was acting so weird (she didn't know that I drank and thought I was a little angel :) )

All I have to say is that was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done....but there are definitely alot of stupid things to choose from!!!

I threw my ex a birthday party at the beach at night, complete with bonfire. Later on, when we were all extremely drunk, somebody decided to see if they could walk across the hot coals. It sounded like a great idea at the time,so I decided to try it too!! EXTREMELY STUPID!! Although there wasn't possiblity of death, one of the people who did it would up with 3rd degree burns on his feet, requiring hospitiization and skin grafts!! My feet were fine, but to this day I swear I don't know how I could have been so damn stupid.

The summer after freshman year in college I went back home to Ft. Lauderdale. I-95 in Ft. Lauderdale is one of the busiest roads in the country. My friend just got a new Mustang. We were driving to downtown Ft. Lauderdale when we passed a friend of ours on I-95 who has a Firebird. They decided to race each other. Here were on I-95 going about 120 mph and weaving in and out of traffic. I look back now and cringe everytime I think about it. We're lucky we didn't kill ourselves or someone around us.

When I was 5, I went out in about 4-foot water at the beach to do a flip and show off for this boy I liked then ... I didn't make it back up and got caught on something, prompting a rescue from lifeguards and some CPR until I came too. I remember it fairly well - the feeling of not being able to get back up to the surface.

We used to have car chases in high school. It's really a wonder none of us ever flipped or hit anything. I always thought I'd be ok since I was the passenger and not the driver. How stupid!

One night while DJing at a club I got a little too happy with the G while taking shots of vodka. I woke up the next morning about 8:00am in the hospital strapped to a bed with a little plastic tube coming out of my penis. It may have been the scariest thing thats every happened to me. This was in my first sophmore year, back in 1999. I was off the chain a little too much. Insurance didnt cover the incident and I ended up having to shell out over 2,000$ for that crap. What pisses me off about it all was that I didnt even need to really go to the hospital, its just the girls I was with freaked out because they were almost as trashed as I was. They didnt realize all they needed to do was go to the bar and get me a pepsi or a coke and I'da been fine. Anyhow, I'm soooo glad those days are over.

What is G?

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I live in the country, so basically we like fast cars and racing. Well, this is before I had the Camaro - I had this silver Park Avenue, Buick - very pimp. Anyways, my boyfriend at the time was trying to race me in his Rodeo (yea, what a great race- huh?). I got mad b/c he said that I was a girl so I didn't know anything about cars. Well, I was smart enough to know my car had a super charger and w/ the Rodeo's weight distrubution my car would speed more quickly than his. So I floored it with my best friend in the car and went to pass him, on a blind curve. I was doing about 80, which isn't as bad as it could have been - but still.....it was on a blind curve. Phil slammed on his brakes so I could switch back into the right hand lane. Just as I switched a car came over the hill.

Phil was not so happy with me. But I won the race! :)

One time I stayed at one of the fraternity parties that didn't end until 8am. I was soooooooo sleepy, and I remembered that I didn't get that much sleep the night before that one either. Also, at that time I was on medication that made me really drowsy and have "sleeping attacks" where I just fall asleep spontaneously. I didn't have that much trouble staying awake. The problem was that I was reaaaaally disoriented! So disoriented that I didn't know where we were traveling, everything looked foreign (we were traveling the same route we usually took home), neither did my friend, she was still drunk. How I made it home? It was the grace of God.

So many times having to do with late nights, tight curves, hills, narrow pavement and British roadsters.

With and without alcohol.

James, I have one! I'm so proud. :p Once, a couple years ago when I was in Northern Ireland, I took a walk with some friends through the Catholic section of town...during July. At night, too. And my friends were all strictly Protestant. If you all know anything about what goes on in July ("marching season") over there, you know that I was sooooooo lucky I didn't end up with my butt kicked or worse.