In high school, I was in a band and we played at a kid's spring break party while his parents were away. It got way out of hand, and we scrambled to get our gear out of the house as people started trashing things. The house was totally bombed- holes kicked in the walls, TV smashed, lamps broken, doors ripped off, windows broken, etc. Once we got our stuff in the cars we just stood outside and watched as this kid got deeper and deeper in shit. We decided that he could keep the $100 he promised us- he'd need it more than we did.
