John Saunders, the former live-in caretaker of a Pittsburgh-area mansion, thought he'd just have a sip when he discovered nine cases of Prohibition era whiskey hidden in the stairwell. That one sip magically turned into 52 bottles. When the owners discovered what had happened and accused Saunders of the missing whiskey, he initially denied the charges, but the owners used DNA evidence to link Saunders' lips to 3 of the empty bottles and he eventually confessed. Fuck Facebook, this is why we fucking love science.