24 hour stupid talk
Written by Emperor Ethan
I’m currently sitting in Elmer’s well furnished, comfortable basement indulging in fine Italian foods and big screen televisions, which is an interesting juxtaposition against my weekends of the past few months spent over at Dave “The Dread Pirate Randle� Randle’s shanty apartment of sin and Belial. While Elmer is currently providing me with delicious colas and appetizing foodstuffs, the aftertaste will remain for years of Dave’s alien attempts of nourishing me with discount vodkas and poison-based wall chips. Elmer presents me with surround sound DVDs, Dave with illegal pornography. Elmer, entertaining reading material. Dave, marijuana.
Of course that’s not to say that I don’t enjoy sharing Dave’s lifestyle of seeing how high a rate it’s possible to break one of the ten commandments, only that it’s a welcome and somewhat interesting change to have the opportunity to go home without feeling that I narrowly escaped death.
In any case, this 24 hour comic shindig seems to have taken its toll on Elmer. The little guy is drawing his heart out, trying to finish before 6:30 in the morning. The fact that Dan and I are constantly scouring his house for food and video games probably isn’t exactly helping his concentration. Luckily he’s got the benefit of having the nicest parents in the universe, who have been supplying us with delicious home cooked meals and deserts whilst cleaning up after our culinary rampages. If I didn’t know better I’d say that the Elmers are a diabolical race of netherworld mutants, fattening us up for some twisted diabolical experiment on the human limit. Yet the chocolate covered strawberries continue to come and Dan and I, trapped by weak human needs, keep eating as Elmer’s pen scratches behind us.
