A means for me to put down whatever rubbish happens to affect me at the time and to comment on today's news, when applicable. (Lately it's become more and more of a Second Life parable, though.)
Elvis showed up at Hooters, doing unimaginable things with his hips.
Someone in the audience dared Elvis to keep dancing the way he was but with one breast exposed.
Elle was a trooper all night, DJing even though she had a headache.
A robot on the dance floor made everyone seem like they were dancing 10x better.
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Patrick
at
9:46 PM
Labels: dance floor, Elle Kirshner, Elvis, robot
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