|Oh, bestill, my beating heart!
||[Jul. 1st, 2009|08:17 am]
A carnivorous clock. Fuel cells that run on blood. |
Seriously, so instead of having to fill up my fridge and freeze with creepy souvenirs, now I can sit on the couch, serene in the knowledge that the a**wipe who cut me off in traffic yesterday is powering my television?