I love Elvis when he was a bloated fat fuck and went onstage letting loose liberal amounts of pill-addled, stream-of-consciousness mush mouth. Seriously. In fact, I think the Elvis years I like the best were, say, the last four.
Mmmmm, friedpeanutbutterandchocolatechipsammich.
Mmmmm, friedpeanutbutterandchocolatechipsammich.
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