One of my most cherished funny memories was an epic bottle rocket war with a bunch of buddies at the beach property after high school. Full on war, no holds barred. Roman candles included. Well I started taking some damage and needed some cover fire to move to a better arrangement of beach logs, I was just too exposed and had 3 ganging up on me. I pulled out one of the big guns, one of those giant bottle rockets that’s probably not advised to aim at a human. I lit the fuse and popped over the top of the log and 3 friends saw it and started running. One friend was a pants sagger. Like dude, please get a belt type of sagging. Well he is running while the fuse burns holding his pants which are below his ass and waddling as fast as he can. Ill advised attire for battle. I let the rocket fly and it weaves right, left, right again and hit him square between the shoulder blades at about 50 yards, his pants instantly drop around his ankles and he falls flat on his face in the sand while the rocket explodes. Not sure I’ve ever laughed harder in my life. I should text him and remind him actually. Possibly the only person to be pants by a bottle rocket.