I've done a lot of stupid things when drunk, but looking back there was one incident that trumped them all.

I was 17 at the time, and was up at my Buddy's cabin with a group of friends for spring break. First night there got tore up drunk on SoCo and Miller, and at around 2 AM is when the destruction began. My buddy Drew was the idea man here, and he generally got me into a lot of trouble back then. He thought it would be a good idea to throw stuff in the fire, started with lawn chairs, canned food, and eventually moved up to plastic bags filled with gas and then eventually a tire, how we didn't both die I'll never know. Eventually he thought it would be funny to push my beat up 86 Cutlass into the lake, which in my state I agreed to do. Woke up next morning to my buddy who's parents owned the place punching me in the face and telling me to go my ass home. Me and Drew had to take a bus 4 hours home, and my other friend didn't talk to me for months after.