Today, I dropped my iPhone. Again. I've rocked this thing naked since day one, and while I almost pissed my pants and froze the first time, at this point I merely moved with the speed of a ninja to pick it up, breaking my coffee cup in the process. So I had a discussion with a couple friends the other day. One of them uses the awful otterbox case, even though he rarely travels further than the fridge. He asked me how I could stand my scuffed iPhone 5 with the obvious scuffs. I didn't get to respond before my other friend, this one being a fashion freak, shouted: "Dude, that thing is awesome, like it's a vintage iPhone! You can see this phone has been around the world, seen some ****!" That guy proceeded to carefully scratch his iPhone in just the right places with his car keys not long after. What I'm trying to say? Well.. You got some scuffs? Don't worry. The girls dig it.