I lit my pants on fire by accident once on a snowboarding trip, and put it out by diving into a snowbank. But this reminds me of a better story. Back when I used to live in the dorms at ASU, one time a few friends and I were so retardedly high, we thought it would be a good idea to get a huge ball of paper towels, soak it in rubbing alcohol, the 99% stuff, and rub it all over the ceiling and light it on fire. Well mainly it was my idea, I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but it was a concrete ceiling, come on. Anyways, that wasn't the stupid part. It wasn't as impressive as we thought, so I decided to be a genius and thought I would "boost the flames" by grabbing the alcohol soaked ball, and trying to rub some more on there. Of course the fucking thing caught on fire, I freaked and threw it, landed on the floor, lit that on fire, i tried to stomp it out, lit my pants on fire, eventually went out. I can't believe I ever did somethat that dumb. The good part is that my two roommates, instead of helping put the fire out, immediately started to gather all the paraphenalia from the room, and put it in a backpack and were prepared to ditch me.