In college we once found a filthy, road-blackened parking cone, and stuck it in the middle of the main road right as the bars were closing. Eventually this enormous pick-up truck full of loud drunk people comes flying down the road and plows into the cone at full speed. We hear someone scream “OH MY GOD!” and maybe something about “was that a person?” And then they floored it, dragging the cone with them. We never found it again.

But in our quest to find the cone we acquired about seven normal looking ones and then randomly made a lane change in the road for no reason. That was pretty funny.