My thoughts? I think I want that Jaguar!
When I was first married my (then only) guitar sat in a stand beside my desk in the bedroom. One day She pissed me off so bad I kicked the desk chair - which, of course, fell into the guitar. Did not, fortunately, go through, but it did put a big honkin' dent in the top in the lower treble bout. Made me sick at the time, especially as there was only one person to blame (OK, yeah, at the time I yelled Her for making me mad enough to do that, but c'mon - only one, right?).
Right now, though, I can turn my chair away from this desk, and there it is in it's stand, screaming from it's dent "Hey, don't be such a dickhead, fool!"
Peter (who has managed to keep the rest of them in pretty good shape)