Moment of silence for our trusty fridge... it's beer was cold, it's back was warm, it's front carried the symbols of so many friends. It was killed by a mix of initiative and impatience. He turned warm and moist surrounded by the people who loved him. I'd like us all to reminisce about the great times we had together. He welcomed all bottles and silently wept when they left him for warmer places.
It's a sad day. Always remember 11-10-11.
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