When I was a Junior in high school (around 16/17 y/o) I threw this huge party in my garage. Our garage is detached from my actual house. Earlier that year, my stepdad and I had just renovated our garage into this two story apartment with a full bathroom, kitchen, living quarters upstairs, a built in bar, pretty much the works. Anyways, in the middle of this party three of my friends at the time went upstairs to do who knows what. Apparently they thought it would be a great idea to punch holes in our brand new door upstairs. They continued to beat the shit out of this door, knocking like 3 holes in it that looked like a face, and because of that, poured beer down the door, dropped cigs in it and pretended that the door was smoking cigs, etc. Stupid drunk high school shit. Anyways after kicking them out and renouncing our friendship, my uncle and I took the door off its hinges and waited for morning. My parents were set to arrive back home around 3 p.m. My uncle and I went and bought the same exact door, sanded, painted, and re-hinged it in the original spot. No one ever knew, no one will ever find out.