I never did anything overly stupid, but I do have a fond memory of a neighborhood kid named, "Arty."
Well, not Arty per se, but his mom. Arty was the fat kid in my neighborhood. He claimed he had a problem with his "glands," but I often saw him at the Pic 'n' Save loading up on candy.
I guess his glands were hungry.
Anyway, one of the interesting things about Arty was that his mom was young , divorced and hot. I don't know how the hell she squeezed out a lardass like Arty because Arty's mom couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds, and probably 5'6" tall. She had long blond hair and a killer bod.
I know this because Arty's house was on the corner of two streets, with a sidewalk along the busier of the two. His backyard had a wooden privacy fence around it, which faced the sidewalk. Well, if you rode your bike past the fence, you could see through the fence slats and get a pretty good view of the backyard - you didn't have to stop. You can guess where this is going by now, I think.
Yup, Arty's mom liked to sunbathe topless in the backyard, by the pool. Needless to say, sunny days saw me out on my bike, riding past Arty's house over and over again. I don't think I saw her more than two or three times, but it was worth it.