In a drunken youthful, um, tantrum back in the early 90s following a bad gig, my guitarist snapped his Les Paul in half and pushed it through a lighting rig. The other guitarist demonstrated a similar level of Pete Townsend frustration.
I, however, seeing what was going on, twirled my Precision around a few times and then bounced it on the floor a few times whilst kicking it. Don't think rock 'n' roll cool, it was Kevin the teenager!
The guitarist got the Les Paul repaired for a cheap bottle of whisky. I broke the corner of the nut and wound up having to go to the bank of Mummy and Daddy to bail me out. With the setup, it cost 4 times what the guitarist paid for that whisky. I think it might have been the day I started to grow up.