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Wall plugs are for pussies!

Imagine if you will:
I gets me a new old radio from a garage sale, besides looking cool and being old, it doesnt function even a little so I leave it on the kitchen counter to inspect it every once in a while. Its full of tubes and shit, so im terrified to touch it. Anyway, later I find myself needing to charge my fucking great MP3 player, so I do it on the kitchen counter. Late while reheating my dindin, I come across this chance encounter and feel the need to photodocument it and share it.

Also, you can see that my microwave is predicting what will come of this world because of this meeting.