It must have been since detectives said it was still cold.
How he could have tolerated a cold can of anything in his pants is a wonder.
And how it didn't end up in his underwear is a mystery.
Not to mention how it morphs back and forth from "ice tea" to "watermelon juice".
Oh well -- bag it and tag it.
I didn't think about the cold can in the pants . . . the cold, wet can. Yikes!