Cold. In a six pack of 12 ounce aluminum cans.
You feel me?
Yeah, you feel me.
You know who does not feel us?
Convenience stores.
Aisha and I just got back from Virginia, where they can sell beer. All we want or need is a six pack.
Well, you cannot get them. 12 packs, sure, but we need 12. Or 18, or a full rack. We just need six. Bottles, sure, but we only want cans, because Penn & Teller told us so. We settled on six pack of pints. More than we need.
Feel this? Feel that? BRING BACK THE SIX PACK!
And, so, like sand through the hour glass, American Icons such as the six pack and the Victoria's Secret catalog move to the sunset.
No one notices the customs slip away.