Klaayr was a thick-as-a-brick Dwarf Fighter, just mustered out of the town Guard. I even had a barrel of ale that I carried everywhere. Used to store my spare weapons in it IIR.
I spotted a rabbit's corpse lying on the ground. I said, "It might be Undead!" I charged it. I fell in a pit trap. The party is attacked by a Behir [IIR]. One of the party drops a knotted rope over the side, I only needed a 5 or better to climb out. I spend the entre fight in the pit rolling 4 or less. The Behir that set the trap spends that time chewing up the rest of the party. Fortunately it was on it's last few HP by the time I get out. We all had a good laugh. (Fortunately the Guard required all members to have some skill in Heal.)
Later our camp is infiltrated by a pair of 3rd level Half-Orc Rogues. Armed with only a dwarven waraxe and my dwarven skivvies I charge... right past the nearest one. (You could almost smell the DM gleefully thinking "Bad move! I can flank this guy with a 5-foot step.") I one-shot the first one (using the Powerful Charge feat that added +1d8 to my damage when I charge) then I one-shot his buddy with the 3.5 Cleave feat. Everyone was boggled.