oh, continuation of the kegger at my house story......
i had gotten a guy i worked with to get the keg for me. he took my car to get it and put it in the trunk (i had a 78 Impala, it fit no problem and my subwoofer was still in the trunk

). i get home that night after work and start thinking about where i'm gonna put it. i decide the best place is in the basement in one side of a porcelin deep sink we had down there. i could keep the sink loaded with ice, and all the water would just run down the drain. perfect.
at the time, i was a scrawny 145lbs. i had carried a keg one time from a cooler at work to the bar, which was about a 30 foot walk or so, up 3 steps and around 8 corners. pain in the ass, but i wanted to try it. boss told me to never do it again because of how small i was.
so i get this keg out of my trunk and start working it down the steps from the garage into the basement. once i get down there, i've now got to lift the keg 3 feet straight up, then lower it about 18" into the sink. i had that keg about 4" from the bottom of the sink when i just couldn't hold it anymore......
one side of the sink shattered. that was not cool.
my dumb ass contemplated putting it in the OTHER side until i realized i'd probably have the same results.
a week later, my dad comes home from vacation. i thought he was coming home a day later than he really was, so i was pretty suprised to come home in the morning and find him already home. i walk in the house and my sisters said "dad is REALLY pissed." see, we had moved the keg to a buddy's house on the 2nd day and finished it down there. we got busted by the cops down there and 3 of us got cited for underage drinking, and i also got cited with possession of paraphanelia. well, in my stupidity, i left the citations sitting on my kitchen table. dad saw them when he got home.
that was one interesting conversation. he asked what happened to his sink, and i didn't lie. he was mega pissed, but i looked him dead in the eyes and said "well, at least i'm not trying to bullshit you and i told you the truth!"
it was great being the oldest child. i got to fuck everythign up for my sisters and brother. Dad forgave me eventually. After a period of time he realized he did the same stupid shit when he was my age, difference was he didn't get caught as much as i did.
we're able to laugh about this stuff now, even though he rolls his eyes a lot while doing it, we're still able to laugh.