I'm glad I'm not the only one that cried bullshit when I read that. C'mon, Zendry, how gullible do you think we are?
Anyway, something more recent; just happened a week or so ago. Jim and I are hanging out at our friend Josh's house. We're bullshitting, talking martial arts and World of Warcraft and what we're going to do once we get our own apartment. Josh served us coffee, and I went to sit on a bench next to what looks like a booth seat you typically find in a restaurant. Only I didn't know that the bench legs weren't weighted. I sat on one end and down I went. I tried very hard to shift my weight and save myself, but there was no way, so I switched my focus to not spilling my coffee all over the place as I fell over.
I'm laying on the floor cracking up, Josh and his brother are practically rolling on the floor in hysterics, and Jim is freaking out asking me if I was all right. I just held up my coffee and said, "I saved the coffee!"