Lots of destroyed stuff. Let's see. There was the large antique bed. As my girl and I pounded away, a wooden slat holding the boxspring and mattress slipped, sending them and us, sliding down to the floor. We continued to pound away, which broke the siderails at the foot of the bed, so the foot board fell on top of us. We were laughing as we rolled from under the footboard and off the mattress and, as we both reached oragsm on the rug, the headboard groaned and very slowly folded over onto the pile that had been the bed. We both burst out laughing. Her housemates saw the pile before we fixed it (which was a project) and one of them, who was a fan of the old movie The Quiet Man, would always say "Impetuous! Homeric!" Whenever she saw me.
There was another time with another woman that unfortunately involved a broken bathtub.
