rockinricky

Trevor leaves for Iraq again today. Peace out Trev, see you when you get back. Keep us safe from the giant sand worms, or whatever it is the president is having you do out there. Just remember, Tuscan Raiders frighten easily, but they'll be back; and in greater numbers.


So what if...
You are talking on your brand new phone, and during the course of the conversation you realize that you have to take an enormous crap. You politely remove yourself from the conversation, stick your phone in your back pocket, and mosey on over to the loo. You grab the latest issue of Game Informer (the issue with the Brtal Legend article, because you know you'll be in there for a while). You read the full article, as well as some reviews in the back, until you feel sufficiently emptied. You're all finished, gave it a good wipe, and pull up your jeans...this is when it happens.

As you were lifting your pants waistward, your phone gently slips from your pocked and lands with a melodic 'kerplunk' into your Sunday morning, hangover ripe fecal stew.

So what do you do now? Your phone is toast. No regular electronic device could stand up to being dropped into a toilet...dook soup or no dook soup. Do you run to the kitchen and grab some tongs, or do you risk flushing it first?