I'll share one that the sober mind would find more dangerous than stupid.
Was at a bar all night and of course, tied a mean one on. Decided I had enough, I began walking home - probably about 1.5 mile walk - not bad if sober. It was probably around 2 am.
I remember staggering as I walked and becoming so, so tired that I could barely go on.
I couldn't go on, I needed to sleep.
I walked up onto a porch of a house, checked the door to see if it was locked. Nope. It was unlocked.
So I quietly and carefully (as only a drunk can do) turned the door knob and entered the house. I figured they were bound to have a couch in the living room. I found the couch immediately since it was only a few steps from the door.
What a relief! A place to sleep! I lied down on the couch, fully clothed, including shoes in the event I needed to make a quick exit.
Although extremely drunk, I realized my welcome there would be short-lived.
I don't know how long I spent there but it was probably an hour or a little more at the most.
Got up, slowly walked to the front door, exited, and continued my walk home.
How moronic!