Oh, yeah, plenty of stupid in my youth. I remember two distinct instances. Both with a car full of friends, of course.
One, I was just driving down the road, nothing in particular going on, and I'm slumped down in the bench seat of our old Ford. Slumping, slumping, slumping... At about 35MPH, I decided to push myself back up in the seat so I could see over the steering wheel. By using both feet on the brake pedal. Locking up all the wheels and skidded about 100 feet. Luckily, I didn't really lose control, stayed mostly on my side of the road, and nobody went through the windshield.
The other time, we were chasing someone else in their car late at night. Driving like a maniac down a side street, we came to a 90 degree T with a small two-lane highway. There was a Dairy Queen on the corner, and trying to cut the corner I went wheeling through their gravel parking lot. Lost control, spun the car 180 degrees, and missed the building by about ten feet.