A lesson to all Captain and Coke heads
Well I can't say that it hasn't happend before, but I thought I had grown up a little and beyond this stage of life. I didn't remember it happening but I guess it did. I would imagine it was quite noisy, but let me start from the top. After a super fun night of drinking, dancing, and drinking, I wake up with a headache and crawl out of bed. I pass through the hallway and my feet find the familiar linoleum. Then a familiar smell hit my nose and it all came flashing back. The stupidity and the carelessness. The wild night and the not so subtle ending. I opened the door, which was only slightly ajar and find a horrific mess. I mean it was on the floor and the ceiling and even the door was caked with it. I searched for rubber gloves, but serves me right. I spent a good 20 minutes scrubbing with a hot soapy dishcloth and clorox wipes and a trashbag. I think I just might have learned my lesson:
Never leave 3 cans of diet coke in your freezer. The cans burst and exploded in my freezer. What a mess.
Never leave 3 cans of diet coke in your freezer. The cans burst and exploded in my freezer. What a mess.