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So about an hour or two ago we just heard the biggest close-quarters bang we'd ever experienced, just sitting there in the living room. Turns out one of the 3 ounce soda cans we've had for like ever decided, much like the penguin on top of your television, to explode. No damages other than a soggy bit of carpet under the wine rack where the soda and its companion cans and bottles were stored. Needless to say, they've all been poured out now, and we're seriously considering the same fate for most of our alcohol, which we don't drink that much even if it didn't have tons of sugar. We're very unsettled, as you can imagine, and wondering what's next. We've been invited to the Hamptons (and I mean THE Hamptons, as in Sag Harbor) next weekend and I think we could both use a break from this apartment. At least we're pretty sure no more cans will explode and no more pot racks will fall off the wall...