I have one more that is more funny than anything else.
The town I grew up in has a river about a mile outside of town. My friends and I grew up swimming, fishing and floating down the river in tubes. Every Memorial Day we would take our first inner tube trip down the river. On that date the water was normally still pretty cold, but because the river was still above its normal levels it was fast and fun. This particular year (we were juniors in high school) it was a little colder than normal, but sunny. The whole trip would take about five hours.
About an hour into the trip the weather turned. The clouds came, it got colder and started to rain. We were all freezing. We pull off at this one beach-like area to talk about what to do. One of us had brought a book of matches in a ziplock baggie (this was normal) so we decide we are going to build a fire, warm up, then float to the next bridge, get out and walk back to the car. It was too cold to stay in the water.
My friend with the matches takes them out of the bag and sets the on a rock near where we plan to build a fire and the rest of us scatter to get dry wood and tinder. My buddy, lets call him Dave, gets back with his wood and is so cold he decides to piss himself. We come back and he is smiling and happy because the piss was warm and warmed him up a little. Or course he hadn't looked down. Had he, he would have realized that the piss ran down his leg and soaked the matches. We were fucked. My buddy pissed himself and screwed us all.
We sucked it up, floated another 30 minutes to the next bridge and walked a few miles back to the car in the rain. It was a cold day.
To this day I am still good friends with Dave (and most of the guys on that trip). Whenever anyone mentions being cold and he is in the room we ask him if it is cold enough to piss himself. He will never live it down it was even brought up at the best man toast during his wedding.
