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twenty. elvis considers buying his own internet

Posted on May 8, 2008 | Leave a comment

–instead of waiting for his neighbors to turn on their wireless or going to the wifi coffee shop so much he stops wanting coffee all together. That is a sad day, indeed.

Oh, well. Number 20:

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elvis needs coffee. thir-teen.

Posted on April 30, 2008 | Leave a comment

Last night, Elvis went out with Emma Lee and a friendly ghost named Frank*. Elvis was insistent on getting to bed early–they had been up since six in the mornin’, writing books. Emma Lee said “More whiskey, please.” Then it was four in the morning.

Waking up was hard. Emma Lee drew Elvis easy enough (although, note the eyes, this is how she felt), but it took Elvis two cups of coffee to get it on the internet. Below picture 13, cups of coffee numeros uno (71 Irving) y dos (El Beit).

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the two of them were finally ready for the day. Elvis told Emma Lee this made her an asshole. Emma Lee shrugged, and started drawing pictures of buildings.

*name of ghost has been changed

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