Not as crazy as many stories here but memorable all the same:
I once went out drinking with friends after we’d all had a big helping of ‘mushroom soup’. About ten pints later we were running to the kebab house when I tripped down a couple of steps I hadn’t seen, taking the full force of the fall on my face. I ended up sprawled in a pool of blood in the kebab house doorway with smashed teeth, chin cut to the bone and dislocated jaw.
After stitching me up the hospital decided to let me go home so they put me in a wheelchair as I was too wasted to walk. As the nurse briskly wheeled me to a waiting taxi my undone laces wrapped around a front wheel catapulting me into another painfull face plant with the ground. A friend of mine out did me a few nights later by surviving a 50ft cliff fall with only minor cuts. They reckon he was so drunk that he just kind flolloped down the cliff without too much fuss.
Got my teeth rebuilt but my jaw still plays up at times to remind me of my excess that night.