When I was in my early teens, our house caught fire at around 3 a.m.

There was so much smoke in the place we had to crawl to get out. Everybody made it out except my big sister, who would’ve been maybe 16 or 17 at the time.
The firemen got there in about 10 minutes.

Smoke was rolling out of the soffits, but there was no obvious fire anywhere. Two of them geared up, went inside with air tanks on, dragging a 1.5" brush hose behind them. After what felt like forever, maybe 3 or 4 minutes in real time, they came back out carrying my unconscious sister... and a hockey puck.
Naturally, we thought she had smoke inhalation.
Nope.
Turns out sis had come home drunk off her ass, thrown an 18" frozen pizza in the oven, box and all, and passed out cold. That hockey puck was what was left of the pizza.
They loaded her into the ambulance, put her on oxygen, and hit her with smelling salts. She woke up coughing and gagging, farted twice, pissed herself, and puked all over my mom and the two volunteer ambulance guys and the back of the rig.
All 4 of them came flying out of that ambulance gagging, puking, and tripping over themselves. By then there were probably 30 people standing around, and once they started puking, a bunch of the crowd started gagging and puking too.
I ain’t shitting you, it turned into the Lard Ass barf-o-rama scene from the movie
Stand by Me.


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Me and my big brother were rolling around on the ground laughing our asses off.



The house smelled like smoke for months after that. Sis was grounded for life. My brother and I got a week each.
All in all, a small price to pay.