La Flan Lover

Ever since I was a bomb I dreamed of having shiny bright digits on my face and giving reminders about the impending deadlines to unpunctual Texans. People say to me that a bomb being a clock is Impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a muslim teen install an LCD display, a 555 timer chip, and an alarm/snooze button on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "cool clock" and respect my right to tell time from the White House and tell time accurately. If you can’t accept me you’re a chronophobe and need to check your temporal privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

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