I was at a bar/microbrewery with some friends. They sold cheese and crackers there, and my friends decided to get some. Several drinks later, and after having seen how quickly they made it through that initial block, I thought I'd be nice and buy a second for all to share. My friends said 'sure,' and that they'd pick at it if I ordered another.
Sure enough, I was pretty far gone by the time the second block had been eaten. It wasn't until my last bite that I realized that I had been the only one to touch the second block of cheese.
It was delicious; I regret nothing.
Any random stories of your own silliness, B.net?
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Has anyone ever played that camping game where you put your feet nearly in a fire and whoever is the last one with their feet there wins? Well, to cut a long story short the bottom of my shoes melted off. My parents were not amused.