Elvis is home, repaired, and looking beat down. His ear is shaved, he has one of those cone dealies and last but not least.. hot pink stitches.
My punk li'l babe.
He is sore, tired.. and pissed.
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Rantings of a knitting, spinning, waffle- loving, almost geologist (with an attitude problem)
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