re: Dumbest thing you did, or saw happen at a party during your high school years?

Dude tried to use the jedi mind trick to convince a drunk girl to get on a trampoline. It worked

We use to do some pretty stupid shite when we were in HS. There was always a party at someone's house. People who lived in rural areas where there was a lot of room to park cars, would have parties for homecoming, prom, etc and in between there was always having a party every few weekends

I had a big white van with a wheelchair life in it and the middle seats taken out so on a regular basis it would always be 6-8 of us out. One night, we managed to get 16 people in it. We had people sitting on the floor, people in the back behind the coach seat, two people sitting in the passenger seat up front.

We had this thing where whoever was with us on any given weekend night, we had to find the most random shite to steal from someone's house. They were usually outside parties, but someone had to find a way to get inside. Or find something outside to take, that you would never think someone would steal.

We had a collection of family portraits, one night someone stole all the toothbrushes in the bathroom at someone's house. Someone stole a shoe from the person having the party, dad.. Not the pair, but 1 shoe from the pair.

The goal was to try to find something that they wouldn't notice right away, but eventually they would need it and couldn't find it. That way, they didn't think right away "someone from the party stole it".. But the tooth brush and shoe pick up was a spur of the moment decision by the person who did it.

We would park in an area that was always out of direct site and we would leave the lift down and doors open as a "hook up" spot.

There was one night, coming from a party, someone opened the back door of the van to piss. We were all drunk, etc and the person driving didn't know that person opened the back door to piss. The dude pissing fell out of the van. Everyone assumed the dude driving knew it. He just kept going.. It wasn't until about half way from where he fell out and my house that someone finally said "you not going back to get _________?" He was like "go get him? where is he at?". We all started laughing and told him he fell out awhile back. We went back to get him and he wasn't there. We were starting to think something happened to him.

He thought that we were messing with him by not going back right away that he went hide and after awhile (it was in a neighborhood) he started trying to make his way to where he thought we would be and he got lost. But that's just a few things I can remember, we did some pretty fricked up stuff.

All you had to do was tuck it under the car lol

guys were doing shots with gold fish in each shot glass

I was in high school in the late 80s. We all had cars in the country with no cell phones. The cops were called, fields caught fire, so many fireworks and motorcycle/3 wheeler burns, luckily no one ever drowned, drugs were done, and bones were broken. Needless to say most of us are still friends today.

Bunch of haters.

Mixed a potion of gallons of vodka, tons of sliced fruit, and 5 lb. bags of sugar in a large metal pot. That pot was put inside of a larger metal pot filled with ice, dry ice, and rock salt. The metal on the pots would take your skin off hands and the vodka was like drinking a refreshing cold sweet cloud. It was served in "Dixie" cups of about 6 to 8 oz.

This was a ceremonial drink to mark and lament the passing of a brother from the land of the single to the netherworld of marriage.

The concoction was called "Ding" after the sound made when the metal pot lid hanging from a braided leather loop was struck with a similarly hung hammer to mark the passing out of the first man to pass out and for each subsequent casualty until there was no one left to toll the chime. We even blasphemed John Donne. "Ask not for whom the pot lid dings, it dings for thee!" shouted more or less in unison while dinging out the most recent victim.

These ceremonies usually took place at our hunting/fishing camp. On one regrettable occasion however a friend's parents, in a misguided effort to protect their son from the influence of his evil companions, offered their home, complete with beautiful patio, pool, and bathhouse/cabana. We eagerly, but equally misguided, accepted his parents' kind offer.

The evening ended when a passed out gent was placed sleeping out on the end of the diving board, pantless, face down with a lovely Stella D'Oro sticking out of his arse crack. He awoke briefly to go to the bathroom with the inevitable result of his sitting up and presumably believing he was pushing up out of a chair only to go feet first into the deep end. Thank God the few remaining "sober" guests were able to jump in and drag him out. His parents never asked us to have a party at their pool house ever again.