OK time for a funny story.
One night my freshman year I was going to study over at a friends dorm. When I got there about 300 students were all hanging out around outside. I spotted my friend and asked what was going on and she says, "The guys from Gault Hall are going to streak tonight." Welp, I guess this was more important than studying, so we waited.
Sure enough, pretty soon about 40 naked, clearly liquored-up dudes came running out of their dorm. They all had masks and bandannas on their faces, and sneakers on, but nothing else. It was a coordinated, organized event! They had a sound system and lined up to do the Can Can dance and everything. They had clearly rehearsed. Then they took a lap around the dormitory, to cheers like it was the homecoming parade.
One guy ran off a flight of about 4 steps and did some sort of Eddy Van Halen kick-jump move and when he landed, all his weigh went forward, but his left knee went sideways. He completely blew out his knee and got a serious case of road rash for it as he slid to a stop on the sidewalk. He did NOT nail the landing. To make things worse, he couldn't stand back up and just laid there, bleeding and holding his knee, very much in agony. A couple of his buddies came back to see what happened.
So the two of them were standing there trying to decide what to do. Leave no man behind, or bail on the baller? The elected to try and help, which made it all the more awkward as they realized the needed to carry him off the battle field. They clearly had not practiced how to pick up an injured comrade in such a state of group indecency. The whole time the crowd continued to cheer and laugh hysterically and shout insults while police sirens grew louder from the distance.
Eventually they got the poor dude upright, if not quite erect, and limp walked him home, all the while trying to look cool and not like 3 naked guys in a 5 legged race.
Imagine explaining that one to your parents who are wondering why you need knee surgery and stitches.
