When I was growing up in DC, there were, as you've no doubt heard, various scandals. Some involved documents that either were shredded by the guilty or . . . weren't -- to their mortification. Shredders were a bit of a new phenomenon then. I don't think many of us had seen one. But this atmosphere produced a saying among my peers, "Where's the shredder?" which could be provoked by all sorts of situations (not least of which was getting essays back and SAT results...).
Now shredders are all grown up. You can watch some of their work on this website. (Hat tip: TigerHawk.) Just tell it what you want to see shredded. Personally, I liked watching the couch disappear, although that brought to mind some weird sci-fi flick.
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