Always have, and still do many times. I’m such an ass. Most involve alcohol, criminal activity and women.
At work, as a student, sticking a screwdriver into a live electrical panel (240V) with the grounded front panel laying against my chest. 240V from hands to chest for a couple of seconds.
I lived.
My roommate is also a good friend, and I have no friends who have livers that are in any condition to borrow. (She says, proudly.) That’s why we’re friends, y’see. We bond over the state of our livers.
Total comprehension here. When I lived in Lebanon, before I was prescribed a rescue medicine for my migraines that really worked, I was always popping 500mg acetaminophen/30mg codeine tablets. In the 6 years I lived there, I must have taken thousands, two at a time. I knew it was bad, but when you have a migraine, you just don’t fucking care; you just want some relief.
Nothing. Unless you are fond of your liver. Cecil. I remember seeing other scarier information more recently but I can’t find it. Bottom line: don’t mix Tylenol and alcohol.
I never mixed booze and Tylenol, but the paragraph I was remembering from Cecil was:
I’ve probably had at least that many pills already (if not twice that many), and I’m only 35. Fucking migraines.
Well I love to cook and have no qualms about trying out new recipes when I have company coming over. My husband is equally enthusiastic about cooking and this strategy (trying new recipes) works out quite well about 99% of the time.
This is a story about the 1%.
My brother and his wife were coming over for dinner. I was a bit nervous since you never know if you will get Relaxed in their Faith, or Wound Up over Something Spiritual family.
Anyway, I tried a recipe from Food & Wine that called for chicken to be baked at 500 degrees F, after which you’d end up barbecuing it. Supposedly the ultra high heat made for perfect chicken.
It also made for a very smoky kitchen. I’d already opened doors and window in the very hot Kansas summer to no avail. So I though I would put a bit of water in the baking pans to help cut down on the smoke.
Did I mention I used glass baking pans?
Right as the water left the measuring cup, I thought “oh dear, that wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.”
BOOM–the glass pan exploded in my oven. And I heard a knock at the door. Yes, my bro and his wife had arrived.
Long story made way too long already-- I opened a bottle of wine immediately and commenced drinking. Turns out we had Relaxed in Their Faith family so they joined in the drinking. We ditched that pan of chicken, and gingerly picked out shards of glass and chicken from the oven for about an hour. IIRC, we ordered pizza.
I still can’t believe I didn’t get cut from any flying glass.
After my divorce was final, I called up an ex boyfriend that I had from years back. I knew while dialing the number I was opening a hornet’s nest.
Pretty much between the ages of 20 and 24. I didn’t think much, I just did.
Well, at least I’ve had enough prudence to not visit any of those sites since I don’t want to be emotionally scarred for life. My eyes and mind will be forever grateful for that!
Contrary, wow! After the chicken fiasco I’m glad you didn’t wind up with Wound Up Over Something Spiritual family.
Just to update: I did include helmet, knee pads and elbow pads. I did not get killed and was the favorite aunt for the day. 
My mother asked me a question when I was 32 and I thought we were adults. I considered lying but thought she must really want to know, so I answered with the truth.
Way wrong answer.
My sister asked what the hell had I been thinking. I said I thought she wanted the truth. She said I should have known better. Now I surely do.
Does getting out of bed in the morning count?
One time we decided to fence with fencing sabers. And machetes. At night. On railroad tracks. In the rain. Woohoo. That was hilariously fun AND hilariously bloody! Good thing I managed to get hit between the eyes and look like Harry Potter for years, and not IN the eye and look like a pirate (though pirates are pretty cool)
Also, numerous things involving fire (who WOULDN’T think that setting half a bottle of black powder on fire is a good idea!)
Also, why is Autolycus not in this thread 
I decided to edit, by hand, a binary database file when I couldn’t figure out how to change one of the strings the proper way. I mean, I could open up the file and see the string right there, just asking to be changed. Right after I started typing I realized that I probably should have made a backup.
I decided to just “see what it looked like” if I changed the language setting on my phone to Korean. It looked like Korean. It did not, as I had thought (hoped?) it might, change the language in place, so I could change it back easily. It kicked me out to the main screen, and all the menus were now in Korean.
I had the same solution to shortcut the “wait 10 minutes for the test tube to cool” step in one of my Chem labs :rolleyes:. On another occasion, one of my professors, after hearing a shriek followed by the sound of broken glass, said that the most important thing to learn in Freshman Chem is that “there is no way to tell the difference between hot glass and cold glass by looking”.