In Hawaii, when the mangoes (the size of a softball) became ripe and dropped, they would instantly ferment.

The grackles and mynahs and other birds would go after the fallen fruit and, in the morning, would be found laying about the tree, totally bombed, bleary eyed, and hungover.

It was possible to pick them up, pose them oddly, and generally goof on the birdy drunks.

None were harmed, out of fear of retaliation on our cars...