Oh, Lord yes. Is the Cheeseburger Phone not the representation of all that is sandwichy and fabulous? I especially like the Fibonacci-esque arrangement of sesame seeds on the bun.
I was emoting about the conceptual integrity of said Cheeseburger Phone to my father yesterday, who immediately sent me a link to a site where this phenomenal item can be purchased. He then assured me that for $16, I couldn’t go wrong, and suggested that I place an order, post-haste.
I love you, Dad.
The page notes the phone’s appearance in Juno, when Ellen Page “places a call to a women’s health clinic.” It’s okay, internet retailers, you can say the word ‘abortion’ in your product description, for I doubt that even the strictest pro-lifers out there could resist the seductive meatiness of the Cheeseburger Phone.
On a side note, I would sort of like to see this redone in titanium, with an illuminated Apple logo on top.
… And, no, iPhone, I’m not actually cheating on you. This is just an emotional affair.