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So I have this drink fridge in my spare bedroom/office. I like to keep it really cold because I like coldcold beer. [Here is where my Dad cringes. He doesn't like beer too cold. He doesn't like it as warm as the British like it, but there's some sort of inate German gene...perhaps the Reinheitsgebot gene...perhaps the Goldilocks gene...that tells him if it's too warm or too cold or just right. I've not inherited this gene, obviously.]

So it's cold. This morning, I pull out a Starbucks Frappuccino, open it, and it's half slushy/frozen.

That wasn't too bad!