I remember going into a beer store in college where they had pallets of past-date Natty or some other schwag marked down. That weekend, there was a pallet of it at the Outing Club party.
Some years ago an 18-wheeler from the local slaughterhouse overturned and spilled 20,000 pounds of animal viscera on the freeway. The copy desk's suggested heds: "Offal mess." "Semi drops colons."