Located in the Birch Hall Inn in the sensual Beck Hole (which is not something I mistyped three separate times as "Bitch Hall Inn"), this near-octogenarian phone is around because the area is a dead zone and cells don't work. It's so old that its original number was 245. No, that wasn't the model number, that was the phone number.
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The Man Who Pooped An AirPod
I remember the first time I saw AirPods and thought, "What is this shit?" Who knew I was a prophet? Those ubiquitous little headphones that look like you have serious ear leakage issues are everywhere, and they're super helpful if you use them as directed, which is generally considered to be externally. Don't eat your AirPods, kids. Except maybe it doesn't matter if you do.
One music fan in Taiwan learned how resilient an AirPod is when he, and I'm filling in a few blanks here, ate one for a bedtime snack. I can't say he wanted to eat the AirPod, but the story is that he went to sleep and then woke up with the AirPod inside himself. How did he know he'd consumed it? Well, he used the feature that helps you find a lost one, and could hear the beeping coming from his own guts. At the hospital, they recommended the most classic extraction method: taking a big ol' dump.
After going on Mr. AirPod's Wild Ride through the darkest reaches of man country, the AirPod came out the other side and was still fully functional, much like the infamous USB device that once came out of a seal while remaining intact. Did all the music he listened to from then on sound like shit? Ha. I love comedy.
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