My experiences have all been from the infliction side of things. But the police were never called. And, apparently, Koi carp aren't all that bothered by urine.

I was young, then. And foolish. But happy.

in the words of George W Bush:

"There's an old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas, it's probably in Tennessee - that says, fool me once, shame on ... shame on you. It fool me. We can't get fooled again"

I think you know what he was trying to say.

Australian - "just who did you p#ss off in a past life?".

UK - "Kids......grandparents revenge!".

*If* we go on holiday this year, my (18) son will be invited. He'll make up some shit excuse about not being able to get off work or something. He'll be told, "fine, you can stay with your Gran for 2 weeks".

He'll come with us. (I hope!?)

So..stories....glad to say they're not mine -

A workmate.....he and his wife are quite religious...don't smoke, drink, gamble etc etc.....collect money/work for charity at weekends. They've tried to bring their kids up in their image....but it's hard. They go to London for the weekend......arrive home to a house fire. Party/Drunk kids/Chip Pan etc.

I have a couple of others but I won't tell.

Mine are getting to *that* age. I don't feel your pain.....yet.

Seriously my friend....it could've been worse.

....Grandparent's revenge.

your lot just sound like wrong un's

...Still trashes the house, though.

I remember falling out with the hostess of a party, and getting revenge by ...er... licking the magnetic tape of most of her cassette collection. Someone told me it was a surefire way to ruin them. Took me c.90 minutes.

Jane, if you're reading this, I'm very sorry. Still, every time my tongue rubs against my filling, I get a small burst of Howard Jones, though, so I've been punished enough.

broken Gazebo incident once. He still claims it was a stong gust of wind that snapped one of the supporting poles. It's like downtown LA round here sometimes, kids eh!

I was lucky with my two. At least in this day and age you will soon find the culprits; they have probably started a Facebook page for the party, uploaded videos on YouTube already and have been Twittering about it since the day before the gathering.

crazy punk rock dancing, a friend fell against living room door ripping hinges from frame.
After the party, in the early hours, me and 'host' get screwdriver and fix door. All fine except it seems to swing open slowly rather than stay closed - still, never mind eh, just leave it open.
Couple of days later his parents arrive back from Majorca. Within 10 minutes of being in the house his mum asks - "Why is this door upside down?"
Lesson: Carpentry and cider don't mix.

....I haven't got anything too terrible to add. That's because I wouldn't share the worst moments with anyone.

At a party once, I discovered that undercooked chicken pizza and Guinness do not good bedfellows make. Made it to the toilet in time. But as it was occupied, I unfortunately projectile vomited down the stairs. Reaching from top to bottom. And my friend's parents were there.

So much shame and embarassment. So little time.

of wayward offspring, having taken a solemn vow of non-issuance many years ago, and kept to it.

Sadly, however, I can regale you with a multiplicity of horror stories from the dark side, having witnessed, it seems, more episodes of wanton destruction than most of my peers. Suffice it to say that your cigarette burnt carpets and faint wafts of eau-de-chunder have nothing on the levels of sanity threatening depravity my friends (and I use this term extremely loosely) and I inflicted upon the good citizens of South Devon during my wayward years. I hang my head in shame, and please forgive me if my shoulders shake a little as I fail to suppress a silent wail of painfully shameful mirth at the ghastly memories you have surfaced.