The town didn't notice when I walked out the house wearing the Doc's clothes. We then proceeded to place a bucket on the body where his head should have been. Or, another stupid moment would have to be killing Doc Mitchell, cutting his head off, chucking the head in the toilet and then drinking from said toilet to heal my wounds. When I finally got up and walked away, perfect timing, he shouted 'these kinda things never get old!' Genius. OH, funniest moment would probably be crouching on the lap of a sat-down Powder Ganger member so it looked like I was straddling him. I have to say though, that we did die a lot at the brutal hands of deathclaws many times before we succedeed.
This, for me, was fucking hilarious and scray at the same time. I was clinging to rock faces and clutching my stick of dynamite for dear life. Me and My friend last night managed to make our way past the Deathclaw quarry area all the way to New Vegas at only Level 2.