Wait, give him a what?

One of the few perks of having the life that I do is the potential for the acquisition of some awesome things. For instance: last night, I had something delivered to my work that I have been begging for for months. Literally. To the point where I should have been punched in the face several times. It still would have been worth it.

Let me introduce you to the "death kit". While this might conjure up images of Michael C. Hall, rolls of garbage bags, a leather blade case, and a slide holder....this is something far scarier to most people. Why? Because the aforementioned "most people" will never see this in real life, but everyone knows it's bad news. Hell, I broke open the plastic bag it came in, and the girl I work with immediately became a mix of fascinated and very uncomfortable. She said I was tempting fate.

So...what exactly is it? Well. Have a look.


Get the picture?



Ooooh, stickers!



Yep. Had to go there.


Hey, even fits my lardass!

The two of these I was given are going to be put to a good use for Halloween. I just think I need to make a few alterations as I nearly suffocated in waiting for that last picture to be taken and then have the bag unzipped.