~Way to call me out Annie. ;) She asked "Have you ever done drugs? If so what kinds and how much and how often?"
I have. Days long ago and gone by. I do have to say, I started my bit with drugs with my nose in books at the library, studying neurophysiology and pharmacology. To this day I have the binders full of notes, copied pages and illustrations I collected over those 5 months. I didn't want to go in blind- in case drugs did kill brian cells- or look like that on drugs.
I tried pot- exactly three times. First time- did exactly dick shit. Nothing. I was the only one sitting there bored.
Second- I got paranoid, and the third, I was drunk. I got so fucking sick, I still can't eat chili cheese dogs to this day; due to the allergy my brain developed after puking so hard the shit came thru my nose and mouth at the same time.
We (my best friends and I) had our experiments with amphetamines and hallucinogens. At no time did we ever do anything on a regular basis. We had fun occasionally. The true definition of recreational users.
Today I take my mood stabilizers daily, and religiously have for almost two years. I have my friendly bottle of Ambien for my chronic insomnia. Before these meds, the doctors ran me through a gambit of anti-depressants and mood stabilizers. It was ugly.

~Jane. Ah my dear Jane. She asked "What extreme things have you done to your husband out of anger? Well, and to anybody else. You know, like 'psycho' kinda things we do."
The most extreme thing I have done to my husband... Well, I punched him in the face. In public. (Newlyweds, and too much to drink) It was a bad thing I did, and I am glad he didn't leave me over it. Not my best moment to be sure... Worst part was, our friends went to a bar across the way, where my mother happened to be that night, and told her about it. So I had not only my own guilt to deal with, but her up my ass to boot.

I also hunted his ass down one night when he went out with his friend. By the time he got home I was so fucking livid I read him the riot act, then went after his friend in an all out verbal war, calling him a fucking drunk and loser... in front of his wife, and all the other couples.

I threw last year's Thanksgiving gravy against the wall, pan and all.

To others? Wow... I did start a whole website dedicated to trashing a company :)
I have left notes on people's cars for parking like assholes.
I did try to kick this girl's ass once, but the guys held me back from getting down the stairs.
OH! I had a 90 minute cuss out session with my girl friend's mom. In my defense, she started it- but I did call her a stupid godless whore and the supporter of a pedophile husband... etc etc.

Other than that, I have been known to get all too mouthy with the wrong people, and am famous for not feeling terribly guilty about it. In my years I have learned in my rages to back off and stay away from the human race. I tend to break shit. Don't much care at the time whose shit it is.