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I'm notoriously bad at keeping track of my cell phone. I've never had one of those small flip phones, so, whenever i sit down, i habitually take my phone out of my pocket.
One night in college i came home from a party and passed out on my couch. I woke up the next morning and started looking around the dorm for my phone. I could hear it beeping, that i had a voicemail, but i couldn't find it. I opening the door to our mini-fridge to get a Coke and saw my phone sitting in a 12 pack of bud light cans. Apparantly when i left the party, i took some beer with me in a box and threw my cell in it. Still worked after a night of refrigeration.
Kitso
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