Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Poocrime
My question is this: At what point will giant douche watches, leather wristbands and garish arm-tatts all merge in some dystopic Philip K. Dick future shock to form some futuristic embedded “watchtatt”?
Think about it.
Every time a Long Island Giggle Hott is being mugged in a club, the Watchtatt could monitor the situation through a series of beeps.
Like thoughtcrime.
I will call it “Poocrime.”
