I got up to check on the DC last night and tip toed across the squeaky landing. Returning to the bedroom, I somehow managed to walk/bump into the lever door handle. The door handle threaded itself down the side of my pants, stopping any forward motion of said pants. My arse, however, was still in motion. I was still on tip toe, managed to get a front bum wedgie, and tip forwards. I put my hands out to stop my fall, and DH woke up to find me doing a weird half handstand while attached to the door and muttering 'Fuck, fuck, fuck'. He pissed himself laughing rather than helping to free me, the bastard. I have a cracking bruise on my hip and a carpet burn on my elbow, but the pants are still intact. I am quite impressed by the engineering, tbh. Anyone else hung themselves upside down from a door?
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Once in my youth I was going down from the top floor of a bus. The bus turned a corner which swung me round the pole, I grabbed the rail and was left dangling in mid-air. The people below could just see two feet hanging in the air 
. Still makes me cringe 20+ years later. 
Love your description OP
For me the silliest thing I have done is when I tried to get out of the passenger seat of the car whilst we had parked on a hill. Unfortunately my foot was caught in the strap of my handbag and instead of a dignified exit I fell flat on my face and then rolled down the hill with my top flapping up for all to see. There was a lovely queue of bystanders watching too.
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DS1, when he was about 10, pulled his beanie hat down over his face and ran down the road. He hit a lamp post dead centre, both arms and legs went flying around it, and landed on his back saying weakly 'ow'. Did I run to my PFB and comfort him? Yes. Was I pissing myself laughing to the point of tears? Yes again.
SciFiFan I had to cross my legs reading yours.
Mine was going to work at quarter to 6 one very frosty morning last year, stepping off a path skidding on black ice, I disappeared under the back of my friend/colleagues people carrier who was giving me a lift, I went down with such force my work shoes [pumps] shot off down the street. My friend could hear me shouting her name but couldn't figure out where it was coming from she got out found me lying in a heap with my head poking out from her right rear wheel head on the kerb like a hard icey pillow, eventually managed to help me back on my feet. She went skated off to find my shoes. We got to work me crying but in fits of laughter as well. I got sent to A&E with really bad concusion and severe bruising along with a sprained ankle. We still howl about it 1 year later.
Shouldn't laugh, but...
DS2 perhaps has the best story ever. He was about 4, and newly in his mid sleeper. We were sitting downstairs watching the tv, when all of a sudden there was a pitiful wail 'Muuuuuummmeeeeeeeee'. DH and I looked at each other, sighed, and rock/paper/scissored (DS was a bit of a bugger at bed time, and we assumed too hot/cold/need a wee/drink/lost teddy etc). I lost, and went up. As I reached the landing, I looked left into DS2's room and was confronted with a very full pillowcase with eyes. DS had managed to climb into said pillowcase, but got his head stuck in the flappy bit. He barely fitted and had no wriggle room to free himself. All that was showing of my DS were his sad eyes, as he weebled around in his pillowcase prison. I howled and DH had to come up to help free him as my hands went all week. DS didn't talk to us for ten minutes as he was furious at how funny we found it. Christ, just remembering it now has set me off again
Back in my younger days... I managed to fall top to bottom on some wrought iron stairs (bloody killer heels is right)!! 
However even though I did several side rolls & a full somersault when I reached the bottom my cigarette was still lit. & intact in one hand & my bottle of hooch unbroken & half full in the other!!!
My friends were at the top screaming for someone to call an ambulance but I cooly styled it out stood up & took a puff of my fag!! I was the stuff of legends for weeks!! 
When I was 13 I wore Adidas shell toes and trackies everywhere.
One icy day when walking home from school I slipped down a really steep hill. My shell toes obvs didn't have enough grip. I grabbed on to a wall half way through and stopped, unfortunately my trackies didn't catch the memo and kept going. So there I was, 13, dangling off a wall with no trousers on, my hello kitty bum flashing for all my high school to see. My best friend stood with tears streaming down her face.
What's worse is that I lost my coin ring that day. I think that was a turning point in my life! Started listening to rock music and dressing that way soon after!
If anyone has seen Waterloo road, that's my old school and it's on a hill! The one I slipped down...
I used to work on a horse yard and it was New Year's Eve - reduced work do the horses were put on the horse walker while we mucked out. One have worked out that if he planted his arse against it everything stopped and he didn't have to walk. After the umpteenth time of chasing him on I ran at the walker and lifted my foot to kick the side of it .......
Neglected to take into account the ice on the yard and time slowed down as the other leg followed up in a perfect clown slip on banana move and I landed full weight on my backside - one broken coccyx later and a new year spent on very strong painkillers
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