Oh my god, for some reason that reminded me of the funniest “friend getting hurt” story of my entire life. I think it was the “jump off while it’s moving” thing. My friends and I used to do some seriously stupid shit. We used to jump out of moving cars. Whoever jumped out at the fastest speed and could still walk one. One of us, maybe me, maybe someone whose name I no longer remember, accidentally did a “Rambo roll” when they tripped at about 20. After that we quit. But that isn’t even the story.
My dad loved old crap. Old cars, old houses, the more run down the better. I’ve lived in 3 houses with outhouses for bathrooms, one of them twice, and I’m not even 50. He bought this old van with no lining on the roof, just bare metal. We had this old car seat laying around and some clothes line wire and on of us (I get motion sick, so definitely not me) got the idea of using the clothes line to hang the seat from the ceiling and then drive really crazy. We all took turns riding in it. My turn was essentially my butt hitting the seat, my feet lifted off the ground, there was a little movement and I was done.
The last friend to try it was a portly fellow and he was eyeballing our contraption suspiciously. He gingerly sat down and proclaimed, “I don’t care if this thing snaps as long as it doesn’t hit me in the eye”. I swear to you, not 5 minutes down the road we heard a snap followed by “My eye!” Funniest shit ever.