When I was like 12-13, a bunch of us used to dive and do backflips and shit off this goverment wharf and swim around, well we had our buddy "Nick" there and well, he swims like a rock right, anyway another one of my (dumbass) buddies "Corey" decides to push him off, So I had to dive in after him and pull him to shore. In the process he damn near drowned my ass trying to save him. He kept panicing and flailing around and kept pushing me down, that I had to finally push him away from me and punch him in the head so he'd calm the fuck down and swam his ass to shore. Sounds funny now but at the time it sure wasn't, I felt like I coughed up half the damn harbour.
Another time, I was, at a spot of mine and I called my tester over to check out some shit I just chef'd up and didn't the damn fool, hit the floor, started doing the bacon right in front of me, foaming from the mouth, I grabbed him and put a hockey puck between his teeth and threw him in the shower, on cold. He finally came around, I don't know how long it took but felt like forever. When he came around he wanted another hit........fucking heads...........