..and I let my friend talk me into going out and shooting my BB guns at like midnight. I've got these two 15-shot repeaters that you can shoot over and over without cocking. Being the complete retards that we are, we set up a plastic water bottle ON THE CONCRETE of my back porch and started shooting at it.
At first we were like "Wow, look at the sparks!" as the BB's were ricochetting off of the ground. Buuuut...then we heard some loud crashing from the house across the street. >.>

Not sticking around to find out what that sound was, we said "Oh shit" and went back inside.

So, this morning, hungover like a mofo, I look out my sliding glass door and see my neighbor cleaning up glass in her driveway, right beneath the MISSING back window of her van.

So, hungover, disoriented, and probably reaking like alcohol, I went over and appologized. They thought someone'd purposely targeted their house because the lady's husband is a politician (real nice guy, though) and someone had just smashed a pumpkin up against their door not too long ago. They were glad to see it was an accident, and I offered to pay for it, but they're going to see if their insurance will cover it, first.

...I'm stupid.