Well, there was the time we hogtied moose and stuck a funnel down his throat to teach him the downside of alcohol abuse....
Other than that I walked around finding the drunkest idiots who would not be able to read the bottle but would instead see it as some nice smooth dark rum. There were enough of those to get rid of about half the bottle. Passed it around late Sunday morning when the applecorn ran out, but most people still up at that point were still alive that late because they were intelligent enough not to drink things that could kill an elephant.