We once left Six Flags one summer day because it was boring, and walked about a mile to Six Flags mall, where we watched a movie (Imposter; it was SO stupid). On our way back, it began to pour rain EXTREMELY, and we got incredibly wet. So we stayed out and threw each other into the wet mud and stuff. Don't worry, it wasn't erotic or anything, quite nasty, actually. Then I forgot that I had to go to driver's ed right afterwards. It wasn't a fun time (at DE)