<human>: Give me the gist of the text in a nutshell

On Sunday, I dropped my pretty much new iPhone 5 in the toilet by accident. I was devastated, but to mine and my roommate's surprise, a bag of rice for 3 days did the trick. Besides a small watermark on the screen, my phone was back to normal. Fast forward to about 20 min. ago at a party, some drunken idiot knocks a red bull all over my phone. I almost went blind with rage as I picked it up, wiped it off, shook it out, turned it off, and immediately went home back to another bag of rice. I can only hope by my wildest dreams my phone comes back from this one, and in the mean time, I better not see him around or I don't know if I could hold back from smashing his head into the nearest wall. I would just like to know what I did for the universe to thrust this upon me, right after I came through the last time. I'm gonna go watch videos of soldiers coming home and Ellen Degeneres giving people gifts to justify my sobs. Please leave your story of horrifyingly ultimate bad luck. And don't kill me if this has been done before. :(
<bot>: Days after iPhone fixed, dumbass spills drink on it. Blind with rage. Yada yada. Kill him.