 inadvertently leaned against a high voltage line and immediately qualified his wife for a nice chunk of insurance money. In Celsiusina's mind she tossed the tray of shrimp specials in the air, started screaming hysterically and lit out running for the back door. In actuality she did no such thing. It was mind stuff only. But it was close.

She took one look at Elvis and in few more atomic clock seconds detoured back into the kitchen and out of Elvis sight. She'd already had more than one Elvis encounter. One too many. Celsiusina suffered from nearly constant stress. Her fragile mental equilibrium couldn't handle another evening of Elvis. In the last one, Elvis and Juan having had a few too many brews that evening, Elvis began singing Irish revolutionary songs in what he claimed was Gaelic, with Juan attempting to harmonize in Spanish, which sounded to Celsiusina like elephants gargling in a shower--though she never stopped to wonder exactly how elephants got into a shower in the first place. Or, for that matter, how she would know what gargling elephants sounded like, Celsiusina not being one of your more reflective types going back to when she discovered the Easter bunny was actually her uncle Hector in a bunny costume. After that she just didn't want to know what other unpleasant discoveries life was waiting to dump on her.

She vanished into the kitchen, convinced that she had just saved, if not her very life, at least her sanity. Theta Hematoma Bojorquez, a new waitress who had no clue who Elvis was, took up the hostess slack as Elvis came in the door and unwarily escorted him to what he demonstrably indicated with a thrusting index finger to be his very favorite and definitely only choice for a booth. Stuck on the wall next to the booth was a three foot square velvet painting of a matador and a bull hot eying each other with less than friendly intentions. Elvis was certain the figure in the painting was Che Guevarra. Che was wearing a matador's costume and was steely-eyed intent on driving a skinny sword into the thick neck muscles of a huge white bull with flaming red eyes. It was one of Elvis' favorite paintings. Elvis was a big fan of fine art. Especially fine art with a message. Elvis was dead certain that the white bull symbolized runaway capitalism and the rapacious white bread gringos of America's Wall Street.
inadvertently leaned against a high voltage course and immediately qualify his wife for a nice chunk of insurance money. In Celsiusina's thinker she tossed the tray of shrimp special in the air, started shout hysterically and lit out running for the back doorway. In actuality she did no such thing. It was mind stuff merely. But it was close. 

 She took one look at Elvis and in few more atomic clock seconds detour back into the kitchen and out of Elvis sight. She'd already had more than one Elvis encounter. One besides many. Celsiusina suffered from nearly changeless stress. Her delicate mental equilibrium couldn't handle another evening of Elvis. In the last one, Elvis and Juan having had a few excessively many brews that evening, Elvis began singing Irish revolutionary songs in what he claimed was Gaelic, with Juan attempting to harmonize in Spanish, which sounded to Celsiusina like elephants gargling in a shower -- though she never stopped to wonder exactly how elephants got into a shower in the first topographic point. Or, for that matter, how she would know what gargle elephant sounded like, Celsiusina not being one of your more reflective types run back to when she discovered the Easter bunny was actually her uncle Hector in a bunny costume. After that she just didn't want to know what early unpleasant discoveries life was waiting to dump on her. 

 She vanished into the kitchen, convinced that she had just saved, if not her very life, at least her sanity. Theta Hematoma Bojorquez, a new waitress who had no hint who Elvis was, took up the hostess mire as Elvis issue forth in the door and unwarily escorted him to what he demonstrably indicated with a thrust index finger to be his very favorite and definitely merely choice for a booth. Stuck on the wall next to the booth was a three foot hearty velvet painting of a matador and a bull blistering eying each other with less than friendly intentions. Elvis was certain the figure in the painting was Che Guevarra. Che was wearing a matador's costume and was steely - eyed purpose on driving a skinny sword into the thick neck muscles of a huge ashen bull with flaming red eyes. It was one of Elvis' favorite painting. Elvis was a big fan of fine art. Especially fine art with a message. Elvis was dead certain that the white bull typify runaway capitalism and the rapacious white boodle gringos of America's Wall Street.
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she VANiShed into the kiTCHen, cOnVinced tHat She had jUst SavEd, iF noT hEr very lifE, at least HeR sAnItY. ThEta HeMAtoma BojOrQueZ, a New WaitrESs who hAd no cLue wHo elVIs wAs, took uP ThE HOsteSs SlAck aS ElViS came In thE DooR and unwArily escoRteD Him tO wHaT he demoNstrably indicAtEd with a thrUsTinG index FINger to be His very favorite and definITely onlY chOice fOr a bOoth. Stuck On tHe wall NexT To the bOoth waS a thrEe FooT SQuare VELvEt pAiNting of a maTADor And a bUlL hot Eying eaCh other with less thaN FriEndly intentioNs. ELvis WAS cErtAIn THe fIgURe iN THe painting was ChE Guevarra. CHe WAs Wearing a maTAdoR's Costume And was sTeely-EYed inteNt on driviNg a skinny SwOrd iNTO thE thick neck Muscles oF a huge whiTE bull WItH flamIng Red eyeS. IT waS one oF Elvis' FAvoRite pAintinGs. elvis wAs a biG fAn of fine Art. Especially fine art witH a messAge. ElVis Was dead ceRtaIN thAt the whitE bulL symbolizeD ruNawAy capItaLIsm anD the RApAciOUs whiTe brEAd gringos OF AMerICA's wall Street.
 inadvertently leaned agai nst a high  volt age  li ne  and  imm ediately quali f iedhis wife for a nice ch unk o fi nsur a nc e mon ey. InC el s i usi na 's  mi nd sh e tos sed  the tr ay of shri mpsp ecials in th e  a ir, starte d s creaming hys ter ically  a ndl it ou t r unnin g fort he bac k door. I na ctuali t y she d i d  n o su ch thing. It wasm in d  stuff only. B ut itwa s  c l o se. 

S he took on elooka t Elvis an d i n f e w more atomic  clock seco n dsdetour ed  ba c k into  theki t che n and out o f El vis sight . She' d  alread y  had mo re tha n o neElvi s  e nc oun te r . O n etoo man y. Celsi us in a suf fere d f r om n ear ly c onsta nt stress. He r f ragi l e m ental  equi libr iu m cou ldn'thandl eanother evening  ofElvis. In  th elas tone,E lvis a ndJua n havin g had a few  t o o ma ny brews that even in g ,  E lvis beg an sin g in gI rish rev ol uti onar y songs  inw ha t he cla imed w a sGa elic, w it h Juan  a tte mpt ing t o  har monize  in Span ish,w hich sounded t o  Celsiusina l i ke e le p hant s g argling ina sh o wer- -tho u gh  sh e  neve r sto pp e dt o wonder exactly ho welepha nts g ot into a sho wer in the f i rst plac e. O r ,f or that matter , how  she would know wha t gar gling el ephants s o u nded lik e,Cel siu sin a no t being one o f your  m ore ref lec tive ty pes  go ing  ba ck  to whenshe disc ov er ed  t heEaste r  bunny w as  ac tu all y her uncleHecto r in  a  b u nny  costum e .A f terth at  she  ju st  didn 't w a ntto know  what oth eru nple as an t disco veries life w as  waiting t odum p on h e r .

She v anished into the kitche n , convi nce d tha t sh e had jus t s aved,ifn ot her  verylife,  a t l e a st he r sa nit y.  Theta Hem a t oma  Bojo rq uez,  a newwaitress who had n o  cl ue who Elviswas , to o k  u p t h eh ost es s  sl a c k as Elvis came  in the do or an d unwarily esc or ted him  to wha t hed emonstr ably indi cated wit ha th r u sti ng index f inger to  be his v e ry fa v or ite a nddefini te lyonlychoice for  a bo oth. S tu ck onthe w al l next t o the booth was a three  footsquar e v elvet pai nti n g o f a matad or a nd a bullhot  ey ing e ach other  wit h  l ess thanfrie n dly inten t io ns. E lv is was cert a i n  th e fig ure in the  pai nting was Che Gue v arra. Che waswear i n g a  ma t ador 's  costume and w asst e e ly-eyedin tent on dri ving a s ki n ny sw ord in to the  thickn e ck muscle s of  ahuge whit e b ul l  with f la mi n g redeyes .It was  one o f  Elv i s ' favorite paint ings. E lvisw asa big  f an of f i ne a rt. Especi ally fine a rt wit h amessa ge. Elv is  was d ead  c ertain tha t  the whit e bul l symbo li zedrun away c apit a l ism a nd t he  ra pacious w h i te br ea d  gr ingo s ofAm eric a's WallS treet.
 inadvertently_leaned against_a high voltage line_and immediately_qualified_his wife_for_a nice chunk_of insurance money._In Celsiusina's mind she_tossed the tray_of_shrimp specials in the air, started screaming hysterically and lit out running for the_back_door. In_actuality_she_did no such thing. It_was mind stuff only. But_it was_close.

She took one look at Elvis and in_few_more atomic clock_seconds detoured back into the kitchen and out of_Elvis sight. She'd already had more_than one Elvis_encounter._One_too many. Celsiusina suffered_from nearly constant stress. Her fragile_mental equilibrium couldn't handle another evening_of Elvis. In the last one, Elvis_and Juan having had a few_too many brews that evening,_Elvis began_singing Irish revolutionary songs in_what he claimed_was Gaelic,_with Juan attempting_to harmonize in Spanish, which sounded_to Celsiusina like_elephants gargling in a shower--though she_never_stopped to wonder_exactly_how_elephants got_into a shower_in_the first_place._Or, for that matter, how she_would_know what gargling elephants sounded like, Celsiusina_not being one of_your_more reflective types going_back to when she discovered_the Easter bunny was actually her_uncle Hector_in a_bunny costume. After that she just didn't want to know what_other unpleasant discoveries life was waiting_to dump on her.

She_vanished into_the_kitchen, convinced that_she_had just_saved, if not her very life, at_least her_sanity. Theta Hematoma Bojorquez, a new_waitress who had no_clue_who Elvis was, took up the_hostess slack as Elvis came in_the door and unwarily escorted_him_to_what he demonstrably indicated with_a thrusting index finger to be_his very favorite_and definitely only choice for a booth._Stuck_on the wall next to the_booth_was a three foot square velvet_painting_of_a matador and a bull_hot eying each other with less_than friendly intentions. Elvis was certain the figure in_the painting was_Che Guevarra. Che was wearing_a_matador's_costume and was steely-eyed intent on driving a skinny sword_into the_thick neck muscles_of a huge white bull with flaming red eyes. It_was one of Elvis' favorite paintings. Elvis_was a big fan of fine art. Especially fine art with_a message. Elvis was dead certain that the_white bull symbolized runaway capitalism and the_rapacious white bread gringos_of_America's Wall Street.