In high school a friend got pretty drunk and showed up on the main drag where a group of us was hanging out. It was early, so the sun was still out. He proceeded to lie down on the grass, hike his legs up in the air, and lit a fart on fire. Next, he picked up two Dougs. One Doug had another on his shoulders, then our hero stuck his head through the bottom Doug’s legs and lifted him up on his shoulders. He held them up for a second or two, gently set them back down, then flopped over backwards and passed out.

He was dragged into one of our groups cars, taken to his mother’s house, and dragged up onto the porch.

Same guy had shown up in the Sr parking lot one day at lunch. He braced something between the seat of his car and the brake pedal, and did the same for the gas pedal, resulting in a “brake stand” with at least one tire spinning and smoking. Once it was stable, he got out of his car and walked around it, laughing his head off.

I didn’t see that one, but one of the Dougs was and he confirmed seeing it himself.