Not only did Clark asked me if I checked his shorts pockets before I did laundry this weekend, I DID. And saved his wallet from peril. Alas, he has a few pockets on this particular pair of shorts, and his phone was forgotten and subsequently, yes, washed and dried.
When I opened the dryer and took out most of the clothes, the first thing I saw was a battery. FUCK! The whole thing had not only gone through wash, rinse and spin, but it had also come apart in the dryer at a very high temperature.
I went upstairs and broke the news. After I did, Clark put the phone back together and .. it turned on. Brett called him. He spoke to him. I sent a text. The phone works.
HOW? BUY THIS PHONE. THE MOTOROLA L6.
Actually, you should probably only buy it if you’re as big of an idiot as I am.