My best/worst was long ago in high school. A friend and I were smoking a doob in the backyard while the parents were out and about. I knew I had two jobs to get done when the doob was finished. I had to get rid of the evidence (the roach) and cover up the smell (my clothes and breath). So I pop a piece of gum, go into the bathroom to toss the roach in the toilet and spray some cologne. All good right? Nope. I never flushed the toilet and my mom’s found the roach