Can you hear that? That's 120 decibels of pure majesty.
These are vuvuzelas. They represent all that is annoying and glorious on this good Earth.
Most commonly encountered at certain South-African soccer matches, the vuvuzela can be heard blaring fervently for miles.
Also, I want one. My hope is that during the summer, I will traverse across town, triumphantly blowing my vuvuzela at any sports event I manage to find. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to distract any of the players. I simply want to recreate the intensity and excitement of the World Cup.
Maybe one day I'll build one of these in my backyard:
Oh, and here's a vuvuzela symphony, courtesies of Mysteryguitarman, whom I love and will eventually adopt:
Yay!
