May Eighteen

We got a new binding machine at work. Thrilling, I know. It's important though because I use the binding machine more than I care to mention.
I'm weary of the new one (on the left). It looks like Wall-E.
I'm going stick with the original (on the right). I call it The Colonel.
Yes, I named them. That's what happens during a 16 hour work day.
Delirium.