I have this idea. And it involves the Vuvuzela. All Vuvuzela’s.
Now before you attack my sound awesomeness – that glows beyond the farthest region of the universe as we know it – allow me to propose said idea.
The idea I have, that would save humanity from inevitable extinction, begins with me abruptly halting current production of the Vuvuzela – followed by purchasing every effing Vuvuzela that is currently being used on this effing blue planet.
Once done, I will alter the sound released, by these now fashionable musical instruments, and allow it to only produce the infamous Brown Note.
I will then re-sell for millions. Buy an island and 4 Golden Retrievers. And live my ravishing life… laughing at all those twats shitting themselves in public.
The Vuvuzela will be no more. Satan will die. And the rest of us will go to Heaven.
Nobel peace prize? Presidency? Hand of God? These gifts would be meaningless compared to ego garnered – from my triumphant exhibition to rid the world of these useless, annoying pieces of noisy plastic.
Honestly. Does no one else see where the idea for the Vuvuzela came from?
Argh!
My brother has this idea that instead of buying out the Vuvuzela’s (and ending their reign unconventionally), small Vuvuzela ear plugs should be manufactured for those who hate that disastrous racket.
However… as chauvinistic as I am, I much prefer my idea.
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Further reading: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/18/funniest-vuvuzela-pics-pi_n_617059.html