Yes, yes I did. A DIY bong made from bottles, rubber bungs & plastic tubes.

To add insult to injury it was when I was heading back to my car, so not only was it retarded, it was retarded at the most opportune moment... Oh, and it was at 4am, because y'know we'd got the urge as you do.

The final lol was finally getting home at 8am, after they'd cut my jeans off me, wearing a paper towel skirt right when the neighbour were sending their daughters to school. -_-

A week later after getting the initial cast removed I was informed that they'd done it wrong causing more damage landing me 6 months with a leg cast from my balls to my ankle.

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EDIT

Oh to put the injury into perspective, the lower half of my leg rotated 180 degrees - so my heel was under my chin with the foot pointing outwards. So yeah, ruined ligaments.
Even now it's incredibly unstable when it comes to any lateral movement, and turning can potentially knock it completely out of place.

Kerry used to find it hilarious and took great pleasure from pushing me over when she was bored ¬_¬

As for the initial cast they fucked up - they'd set the leg completely straight with a full length plaster cast. Try walking without bending your leg in the slightest - then try going up/down stairs, or for added fun try keeping it off the floor with crutches :<

That wound up causing cartilage problems along side the ligaments.

But yeah, I do think back and laugh at how dumb the whole thing was. I guess when you avoid sport injuries for that many years it's inevitable something stupid will happen