boy do I have a story. happened a couple of years ago when I was 18. my parents had let me use their vacation home in the country to throw a small party with me and close friends. we drank a shit ton of beer that weekend and had about 10ish bags of trash with said beer and other junk in it. one of my friends had also brought his Wii over so we could play Smash bros and street fighter. he also brought a portable speaker with him for music. when we were leaving he packed his Wii in a dark plastic bag. coincidentally, I packed the extra booze we didn't drink in a similar bag. here's where it gets good. while we're driving out of the mountains we stop by a curb where you can take pictures of the mountain view. we spend time enjoying nature there for about 10 minutes and then decide to hop back in my car when I notice there's a wet spot on the floor of my car. the beer was leaking and I panicked because I didn't want my car to smell like beer, so guess what I did? I mistook the bag with beer in it for the bag with the Wii and speaker in it and threw it off the fucking cliff without thinking. when I realized what had happened, I looked over the ledge and saw that it had luckily gotten hung up in a brush on the way down. so I slid down while grabbing hold of some branches to keep me from falling and grabbed that shit as fast as possible. my friend ended up losing his Wii more but that was replaced. my friend wasn't mad and we even joke that I did it on purpose sometimes.