When I went to Kings Island… I may or may not have dropped my phone off of a 300 ft. roller coaster. I could have avoided the situation by putting my phone in my brother’s bag but I decided that was “doing too much”. SO I get on the ride, happy and excited; putting my hands up before we go down the first drop and such. But when we arrive at the part of the roller coaster when it whips you around and pulls you a 180… my phone falls out my pocket and I have no idea. And when we get back at the station my brothers girlfriend Brittany, who was setting behind me tells me that my phone fell from my pocket… so I look down at my pocket, put my hand in it then vigorously check all my other pockets and notice my phone is nowhere to be found. So I’m like oh shit- my phone fell off a 300 foot roller coaster at kings island; I’m thinking to myself I will have to DM someone on twitter just to have a conversation. So we are leaving the roller coaster to go look at the pictures and I’m pissed I don’t even care about how the picture came out. So we look at the pictures and we see Brittany behind me, bent over reaching below her seat for my phone. It’s kind of funny but I really don’t care because I’m thinking about if my dad is going to kill me or not when I get home. However to make a long story short – gods knows how but after telling the people there to look out for my phone, they found it and mailed it back about a month later and I’m still using the same phone till this day.
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