Do you drop your beers and reach for your keys so you can get in out of the rain? Or do you sit tight and pray one of your neighbors happens by (at 2:20 in the morning) and offers a helping hand?
Wait, how the hell did you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place?
stack one on the other. duh.
Sorry, I literally cannot imagine any scenario where I would want to drink Miller High Life.
THAT IS NOT PRISONER’S DILEMMA!