stupid stupid stupid (Page 2)

Try to create a cannon in my backyard.

Setting the garbage can on fire.

Yeah, those are about the dumbest physical things I've done that I can recall.... 

OK, 2 requests...I'll tell it.

My roommate from the Academy was from Hopewell, VA.  A few of us Middies went there for a weekend and ended up having a party at his house.  There were about 40 people there, quite drunk, and most of the fun was down in the basement.  I needed some fresh air and went upstairs, where I saw a dude chasing some girl around the house trying to throw water on her.  I told him to "cut it out."  He replied "F#*$ You!"  At that point in my life, that was enough for me  I grabbed him, and drug him to the door, pushed him out and told him to take off.  He replied "F#*$ You!" and then wittily added "This ain't yo' house!"  About this time my roommate came up the stairs and asked what was going on.  "He said I have to leave!" dipshit says.  My roommate replied "then I guess you better leave then."  (kewl roomy!  Got my back)  The guy leaves, so I think nothing more of it. 

Later that evening, party slowing a bit.  A friend and I are sitting on the porch drinking beer, (We didn't really know anyone and were bored) when 2 pickup trucks scream to a stop and 11 .....ELEVEN! guys jump out, a couple carrying baseball bats!  There is nowhere to go, so we just wait there.  They send their "Moose" over first.  Words exchange, shoving, then the first punch.  I don't remember much, but we did pretty well  5 people ended up in the hospital...the problem was 2 of them were my friend and I.  I had a broken ankle (I do remember kicking someone in the face), lots of bruises, and 3 broken knuckles.  My friend from school, Jack, had a fractured skull (from bat), as well as lots of bruises.  Cops showed and everyone took a ride with them.

Jack and I were later sent to a nearby Army base for treatment, since we were military.  By the time we got back to Annapolis, the school knew everything.  Thought I was going to get booted, but they just restricted us to campus for several months and made us march a gadzillion tours. (Full uniform, with rifle and bayonet, marching in 20ft square)  The officer in charge of our punishment told us he thought we made a pretty good showing....haha....and let us off easy.

Nice one...I have a similar one. 

In college I was skipping (yes, skipping) along merrily with a hot guy friend of mine who lept up to touch a banner hanging overhead.  I followed suit.  Broke my foot on the landing and ended up in the ER.  And what's worse is that I was totally sober at the time. 

Wow!...I was a pacifist all through school (even when I was in the navy).  I wish sometimes that I would have stood up for myself more...If for no other reason than to have cool stories like this.   

In college, the atlhletes had a mandatory evening study hall a couple of times a week, held in a classroom but mostly unsupervised. We were really bored one night and somehow came up with the idea that it would be fun to see who could race around the room the fastest. By jumping from desktop to desktop.

We had a couple of uneventful rounds, but on my third or fourth try 9trying to go faster, of course), my foot missed one of the desktops and i impacted the edge of the desk with my patellar tendon, right below my kneecap. Within seconds I had a hematoma the size and shape of a half softball. Trip to the emergency room told me I hadn't actually severed the tendon like I thought, but it was still interesting explaining it to my coach the next day ("I tripped walking up the stairs, I swear".