My friend and I submerged my cellular telephone in a pint of Coors Light last night. Although the Silver Bullet is my favorite adult beverage, tapping the Rockies did not seem to suit my mobile.
In spite of the fact that I bought him as a replacement phone for the one I mislaid during a bachelor party in Milwaukee, the Samsung SCH-U340 was like a brother to me. A very tiny, electricity-eating brother that lived in the pocket of my jeans next to my house keys. But a brother nonetheless.
He will be missed.