This could be a fun thread! I’ll go first.
My aunt lived out in the woods, and she had an above-ground pool. This was back in the mid-80s. I’m guessing it was 4 feet deep and maybe 10 or 12 feet across — pretty large for a pool of that type.
This was the “cool aunt,” the one who hosted keggers. She had a big party one weekend, which took a raucous turn as the kegs emptied.
People piled into the pool. There must’ve been a dozen or so floating around on pool noodles and rafts, some with Jell-O shots and cups of Michelob Light.
A friend and I were sitting about 25 feet away on a couple of bales of hay, which had been brought in as seating. We were smoking a big fat joint and watching the half-crocked swimmers splash and carry on.
One drunken nitwit returned to the pool from pissing in the woods. Rather than walking around the pool to use the ladder to get back in, he decided to hoist himself over the side.
When he put all his weight on the top rim of the pool, the PVC thingy broke, and a vertical seam separated, from top to bottom. He hit the ground, and a tsunami washed over him. The wave whooshed out and deposited the occupants of the pool into the yard.
They just sat and laid there, blinking in the grass and dirt, some still holding miraculously unspilled Jell-O shots and beer, others still on rafts.
It was utterly quiet for maybe 10 seconds. You could hear the birds, despite Marshall Tucker blaring on the stereo.
Then my friend and I started laughing. We cried. We screamed. We tried not to pee. We laughed so hard we fell off our hay bales. It was the funniest thing I’d ever seen.