I loved watching the light glint over the Colt 45 on the cap of the bottle.
/It was poetic of greed and societal injustice etc. etc./sarcasm
Also, the feeling of, what the hell could possibly happen over the next minute OMG IT'S SNOWING was a great feeling.
I truly hope there is a dropping of a six pack or something of the like. Possibly even a nice pressurizing can whipping about. Good times, good beers.
Also, I love Colt 45, but I'm a bigger fan of BullMax, I prefer drunkeness to taste as I can't stand the taste of beer anyway.