That wheelie bin story reminded me of this...
During the hedonistic days of my student youth it became became all the rage to get as obliterated as you possibly could. Be that alcohol or the other substances at our disposal the results were always strikingly similar - a load of incoherent students with designs on taking over the world (and bonking everything with a pulse).

On this particular occasion a small bucket bong was constructed and we hastily set about reaching our preferred state of mind. If you are unfamiliar with the science of such bongs I suggest you contact your local South African embassy who will more than likely be able to post you a flyer or at the very least give you a detailed description of its construction over the phone.

During one of our rare interludes one of our cohorts had a eureka moment - 'Why don't we use the wheelie bin to make a bong and smoke in the pool!'. There was no debate on this.He had said it and now it would be done. Now to give you some sort of idea of the scale of our plan let me make a comparison. Our previous apparatus had contained the volume of smoke that was contained within a 2L coke bottle. We were now going to increase the volume to something closer to 200L. This was a bucket bong on an epic scale.

I won't go into the specifics of the construction, but suffice to say we had now completed a bong that required three people to operate. Two were required to stand at the waters edge and lift the wheelie bin out of the water and create the necessary vacuum and the 3rd was there to operate the small blow torch and keep our lovely plant extract lit.

The action of lifting the bin out of the water sucked the smoke inside. We then took turns to swim into the bin which was now in the water and attempt to stay as long as possible in the claustrophobically smoky bin. We started out timing ourselves, but once everyone had a go that soon went out the window. Being students pumped up on bravado we were also inclined to spend as long as humanely possible in the smoke.

The darwin nomination would come from the fact that it was a wonder no one drowned that day. It was without doubt a splendidly stupid idea and two of us barely made it out the pool before collapsing virtually unconscious on the floor. I guess nothing ventured nothing gained, although I'm not entirely sure what we gained on this occasion. Some vomiting and a feeling like you've just woken up from a 2 day slumber.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 16:05, Reply)