Hey gang … COMMENTS ARE BACK. Sorry for the last spell without ‘em! So to celebrate, here’s a still from The Killers upcoming vid for … well, guess.

Fill in Elvis and the other guy’s thought bubbles! Best comment wins a really cool prize we haven’t even thought of yet.
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Man 1: What’s with the funny suit?
Man 2: I’m the singer for the Killers.
man 2 : is that the poor man’s kevin costner?
man 1 : is that a poor man’s justin timberlake???
Man 1: Hi, Im Elvis
Man 2: I’m Jesus, nice to meet you
i can’t wait to tune in to smackdown to see if elvis loses the belt.
Elvis Guy: Hey What’s up?
Brandon Flowers: Not too much.
man 2: i’m brandon flowers and i’m the best thing to ever happen to music in the whole world.
man 1: you’re not that big in japan.
“This guy thinks he looks like Elvis in that suit.”
“This guy thinks he looks like a serious artist with that ‘stache.”
haha, I like the Jesus one
elvis: ugh, that stache has got to go. and to think i thought gwen stefani’s new album was bad
Brandon: Nice suit.
Elvis: Nice Udon.
Elvis: Rogaine is a hell of a drug.
Brandon Flowers: I’m Chris Gaines, bitch!
Elvis: Ive heard the Fried Peanut Butter and Banana Bubble Tea is to die for!
Elvis: Are you applying for a job here too?
Brandon Flowers: No… Just waiting for my boyfriend to get off of work.
elvis impersonator: do you ever feel like a complete fake, like you’ve become something that has nothing to do with who you are, like you are just copping a feel on the talent of someone else?
brandon flowers: huh?
Flowers: Dude, as much as you claim to sound like Elvis, you’re not.
Elvis: Okay, Bruce.
Elvis: Nixon?
Flowers: i’ve seen this somewhere before…
Elvis: That’s a nice suit. (Wink)
Brandon: Oh no I know what’s on your mind, I’m not gay, I’m just very fashionable. (In Brandon’s mind: “Yeah Right”)
They are both thinking…
“Dude, When is the Pope going to show up so we can get this stupid joke over with.”
japanese dude is thinking – man, deadwood is the best show, i’m going to start dressing like that dude.
E: You remind me of my old boyfriend, Who looked like a girlfriend That I had in February of last year.
B: Get your own material.
Man #1 – “I keep looking at these different combo meals, but I really can’t decide. I want something satisfying, something sweet, something down-to-earth.”
BF – “Sam’s Town is it. It’s gonna be the one that keeps rock ‘n’ roll afloat. And I can say that ’til the cows come home.” (Entertainment Weekly, October)
Elvis: Hi, how are-
Flowers: Mind if I carve out your insides in order to inhabit your body, wearing it as a suit, so as to tragically hijack the music of, and pathetically masquerade as, yet another icon of American music thus further confirming my status as merely a sad, sorry simulacrum of an artist?
Elvis: Say wha-
Flowers: I have a moustache.
Elvis: I recognize you! Whats up?
Brandon Flowers: Nothing much, you know just being the greatest artist ever. Often I go home and think about how great I am for hours at a time. I am offended when people dont stop and ask me for my autograph. I would put myself on a level with God, but twice as powerful. But besides that, nothing.
BF: Hello, I’m a mack
E: And I’m on PCP
Flowers: What are you doing here?
Elvis: Well, I had a show, and I ran out on it because I realized there is no glory in having a career pretending to be someone else. What are you doing here?
Flowers: Waiting for my beard to grow, hoping someone will walk up to me and think I am Bruce Springsteen.
Your guess is as good as mine, seeing as Brendon Flowers is so goddamn unpredictable.
‘Elvis’ to Flowers: I see we both are musical impersonators!
Brandon: I’m thinking about accessorizing for my next album. What size cape you wear?
Elvis: Oh my God, you’re a douche.
Both: “He doesn’t look a THING like Jesus.”
^OMG brilliant!
BF: Yes, Yes I Can. And no, i dont have anymore fried sandwiches.
Elvis: People think I’m dead.
Flowers: Me too.
Flowers: “People think I’m dead.”
Elvis: “Me too.”
thought bubbles:
Elvis: “Just who does this guy think he is?”
Brandon: “I think I just figured out who I am going to be for album #3. Its perfect. They will love me!!!”
“Butts”
“Also butts”
BF: Artist? Please, i hate that word.
Elvis: ummm… sorry, are you talking to me??
Japanese Elvis: shabu shabu?
American Flowers: yakiniku?
Together: Bukkake!!!
Your guess is as good as mine, seeing as Brandon Flowers is so goddamn unpredictable.
Brandon: What are you doing here?
Fake Elvis: Well I was about to do a show when I realized that there is no glory in having a career based on pretending to be someone else. What are you doing here?
Brandon: Waiting for my beard to grow, hoping someone will think I am Bruce Springsteen.
B: Mustashe rides, 100 yen.
Elvis: Fucking sold!
BFlow: When I grow up I want to be just like you….
Elvis: Bitch, please!
Suit-Man: What’s that on your left ear? Is that… Is that hair gel?
Elvis-Man: Umm… Yeah! Yeah, it is.
BF: So you wanna be in my band? It’s called the killers?
Elvis: uhhuh huh! was that good impression? i’ve been working on that for a long time.
BF: loved it, ur in!
Elvis: uhhuh huh!
BF: ok shut up
ELVIS; UHHUH HUH!
bf punches elvis