Apparently you were unable to drink a can of Solo without first growing a Zapata moustache and then charging down a crocodile infested waterfall in a kayak.
Having done that, you proceeded to open the can and pour half the drink down your chin. Still . . . you probably would spill some after an exploit like that (not to mention the brown stains that would take months to get out).
Tasted of bitter lemon and quenched a tough-guy’s thirst . . . .