Alright, time for another story...
My freinds (same group) liked to hot box their residence bathroom. For those not familiar with the terminology, they would close the door and seal off the vents, and smoke marijuana in the small bathroom.
ANyhow, so there were 4 of us one night and we were all quite bored.
The three decided they wanted to smoke up - I didn't feel like doing it, so I came to supervise or whatever.
They happened to have a birdbath in their bathroom. They had stolen it during one of their many "scavenger hunts".
Somehow they ended up with goldfish, and had decided to fill the bird bath and let the fish live in there
So anyhow, the one guy was stoned out of his tree and walked back into the bird bath, knocking it over.
One of the fish fell out onto the floor, and the three of them freaked out, and started laughing hysterically as none of them could get it off the floor (the one girl was afraid to touch it).
So it was Sober-Becca to the rescue to save "Chi" from "drowning".
So I grabbed a towel, pushed it one, and put it back into the bird bath.
Those silly fools