Matt awakened to the familiar ringing of his phone. After a few rings, he groaned and started feeling for his phone on the cluttered wasteland that was the floor. Several rings later he found it and answered. "Hello," he said groggily. His greeting was answered with another ring. That was when he realized that he had picked up an empty forty-ounce bottle of malt liqueur and mistaken it for his phone. He had a good chuckle at that, then found the phone and answered it properly. He couldn't believe his ears.