I'm full of rage. Do you want to know what really sets me off? Having to dig for my stupid keys.
Sometimes I would get home late when all I wanted to do was get into bed, but I had to dig through my purse. Now, I'm not a neat person. You guessed it, it would take forever to find my keys. Picture a racoon sifting through a garbage can at Circuit City.
Too many times I had to fish through the receipts and change in my pockets after a quick trip to the store. How was it so difficult to just get a hold of my keys?
As the sole survivor of my Saturday Night Blood Orgies, I would always lose my keys. Having to search through the blood and bones gets tedious.
All of that has changed since getting my Eat the Evidence keychain.
The rubber loop is identifiable, both visually and to the touch. We somehow find each other instantly with each search. We're like soul mates, except I don't have a soul.
These magical keychains are a comfortable way to hold your keys AND feel like a total badass doing so. One side reads “Miss Cherry Delight” and the other reads “Eat The Evidence”.
Choose from black, or the Limited Edition Pink and red. Once they’re gone, they’re gone folks!