Speaking high school, I had my first party at 17 when my parents were out of town. I decided to drink Southern Comfort. Wasted out of my gourd and thought it would be a good idea to try to paint all the guys with nail polish.
I woke up the next morning and red nail polish trailed down the entire wall leading to the basement. I panicked and tried to use nail polish remover to get it off the walls. This made the situation worse, smearing the red polish turning the white wall pink.
My story to my parents: the dog tripped me down the stairs while I walking downstairs to paint my nails and the bottle broke. They believed me.