In college, I thought my scanner was a toilet when I was really drunk because the lid opened up. I woke up the next morning, and I had vomited all over the inside of my scanner. I cleaned it up and donated it to Goodwill.
In middle school, people would make milk come out my nose a lot at lunch by making me laugh when drinking melt. One time, a huge snot bubble came out and went all over my food, try, and face. Everyone in the lunchroom (80-100 middle schoolers) started laughing at me as I ran to the bathroom.
In college, I got really black out drunk at a night club and heard about some secret party in a not-so-nice part of Minneapolis. I was very adamant that I was going to that party and ended up wandering around that area of town for about an hour at 4 am. I still don't know how I got home.
Back when I was more immersed in EQ, I left a concert in downtown Minneapolis I paid $30 for because Maestro popped and I wanted his lute (yes, Maestro). I ran 4 miles to my home in the rain and ended up logging in right as the lute was award to Freezz in The A-Team.
In high school, I used to play in a pop-punk band as the front man and would swing my microphone around when I wasn't singing.
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Well, in college, I was sort of dicking around and filming my self, and I ended up shattering my ceiling lamp in my apartment while swinging my microphone around. Here's the video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kVApc_f7PA&t=1m0s