I broke my ankle at a Halloween party dressed as Jesus and fell into the pool, becoming the brunt of "I thought Jesus could walk on water" jokes. I stuck my ankle in the bucket full of ice and stood there, Captain Morgan style, until the keg was done. Went to the hospital the next morning. It still hurts when it's cold outside, or if I put too much weight on it, and I've got gnarly scars all over my foot now, but damn it was worth it in the boatload of painkillers they gave me.