You hear it everywhere: in your living room, at the bar, at work, everywhere. Its incessant drone haunts you even as you sleep. The VUVUZELA. Unless you've been living in a cave the last two weeks, you've had to endure its infuriating BZZZZZ filling every last second of game play during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. Its horrid insectoid squawking has even prompted calls that the "traditional" instrument be banned from stadiums, or at least filtered out of television broadcasts.
In other words, it's a bad time to be a vuvuzela. But fear not, fair vuvuzela. We have found the perfect use for you.
