Back in the day, I was with a group of teenagers who thought that was a good idea. Unfortunately, the guy filling the bag was dead-centered in the porch light when the homeowner turned it on, and I caught a clothesline right under my nose as I was high-tailing it across the back yard.

That clothesline laid me out like a flag on a windy day, then dropped me flat on my back. The only thing that kept me laughing was my friend trying to run down the street with his pants at half-mast. He kept trying to pull up his jeans, but his underpants got tangled up. He may still be bare-assed today.

Thinking back, I'm lucky I didn't end up doing a headless horseman impression.