So a couple nights ago I got up to go get something to drink. It was 3:00 in the morning so of course I got a giant glass of Coke. I get it and am walking down the hallway drinking and then bring my knee up to get into bed. Well, my knee fucking slips and the cup tips in my hands and spills onto my bed. . .and my phone.
I quickly grab it and wrap it in my blanket screaming "OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH FUCK OH SHIT!" Running around my room. I turn on my light and run down the hallway grabbing a towel and putting it on the spilled Coke on my bed and pick up my phone rubbing the blanket on it.
I turn it on pleading that it would work and thank the All Mighty Lord that it did. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bathroom taking toilet paper, wetting it, and wiping my phone to make sure that it wasn't sticky anymore.
All the while. At 3:00 in the morning. With me screaming curse words. My parents DID NOT wake up. I know that God was looking out for me that night.
