I have found that there's a mathematical formula behind my life. The matrix, or code, if you will. I enjoy a good frosty soda every now and then. And since they've not invented the opposite of microwaves yet, I often throw a can in the freezer for a quick chill.
For every can I throw in there, one out of every three I will forget about, creating an explosion of impossible to clean soda goo throughout the area of the freezer.
It's a game of soda goo roulette, yet I continue to play.
