My funniest story, and I don't think it breaks any rules, is one of my early original bands. Drummer owned a funeral home so we practiced in a garage next to limos, hearses, and embalming machines. Drummer was a devout born again Christian and bassist was a Buddhist (at least he identified as one, long story). At a tense practice they began discussing religion. I was sitting on my amp and the drummer says to the bassist, you know, Ed, Jesus died for sins too. Ed shouted back, well I didn't ask him too! Drummer threw his sticks at the bassist, bassist threw his soda at the drummer, singer stepped in the middle to stop both of the, mid swing, and that was the end of that band. If this post is out of line, Mods feel free to kill it.