A donut donation from The Honourable Husband at Deutschland über Elvis caused the Dunkin’ Berliner to buy a whole box of donuts, dress up like Elvis and stuff those tasty puppies into his Viva Las Vegas face.* Buh-huh huh.
Achtung! The following blog post contains excessive food
porn. And Elvis impersonation.
You have been warned.
You have been warned.
A well my hands are shaky
and my knees are weak,
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet,
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
Thanks, Honourable Husband (burp),
I’m all sugared up.
Buh-huh huh. Ooh. Yay-uh-yeeaaaaah, yeah!
I created a donate donut button (TOP RIGHT. Can you see it? Dontcha wanna press that puppy RIGHT NOW?) on this site. That little hound dog takes PayPal and/or credit cards. In the blog post introducing my donation button (called Blog Whore or something), I stated that “If you send me some donut money (like a buck or two), I promise to stuff it in my face and start a fresh fury of feverishly fluff filled blogging that only a man with hypoglycemia and too much time on his hands can unleash.” Or something like that. I have received a few donut donations (mostly from my mommy, Thanks, ma!) over the years and I am very thankful that people care enough to reward this barely employed writer/photographer.
I’d like to up the ante and state here and now and for all
to see:
Any and all blog donations will be met not only with the
aforementioned fresh fury of feverish fluffery, but in addition, you, your name
and your website will be named, thanked and linked. Maybe even in that order. And I will take photos of me stuffing the very donuts that YOU BOUGHT for me into my face. I might even wear a costume.
Today’s thank you goes out to:
The Honourable Husband, whose blog Deutschland über Elvis is
not really a blog about Elvis at all, much in the same way that my blog (JFKFC
for the Masses) is not about Kentucky Fried chicken or JFK conspiracy
theories. I just like the mashup of JFK
and KFC. Waitaminit. I started this paragraph thanking
someone. How did it get back to me?
Anywho, I’d like to thank the Honourable Husband for his
kind blog donation of exactly enough money to buy a whole box of donuts. You are a gentleman, a scholar and a cunning
linguist. (Ahem. At least when he talks about tits. ;)
In the immortal words of Private Elvis Presley stationed in Munich:
“Danke.
Dankeverymuch.”
Buy a sad Elvis impersonator a donut today; save an old lady from a purse snatching tomorrow.
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Elvis impersonator:
Me, aka Dunkin’ Berliner, aka Melvis.
Melvis is my karaoke stage name.
Buh-huh huh.
Costume: Some Czech chick; probably named Jana or Petra (Hey, it was along time ago, man. I forgot).
Photography: Gabriela Sarževská
Every superhero has his origin story.
See my other blog, Wide Body Jetsetter for more Melvis action.
