SUFFERING FOR ELVIS
Glory be to Elvis.
Today, Elvis tested me. And I thank him for the tests. It means he loves me and he's making me a stronger man. At the laundrymat, the neighborhood drunk was doing his wash. I see him now everytime I do the laundry. He is six-five. Very tall. Black. Bleach blonde hair. And wore a pair of extremely small red shorts. He always dances and sings while sipping on a 40-ouncer.
While, needless to say, I smelled something very horrible in the laundrymat and I turned and saw that this man had his red shorts down to his kness. He was dancing. Dipping a rag in the wash and then washing his ass for five minutes straight. Of course, amazed by the car wreck that was unfolding in front of me, I could not stop watching. This image will remain in my head for the rest of my life.
I don't know exactly with what Elvis was testing me with today, perhaps compassion.
May Elvis live in your hearts and souls forever,
Glory be to Elvis.
Today, Elvis tested me. And I thank him for the tests. It means he loves me and he's making me a stronger man. At the laundrymat, the neighborhood drunk was doing his wash. I see him now everytime I do the laundry. He is six-five. Very tall. Black. Bleach blonde hair. And wore a pair of extremely small red shorts. He always dances and sings while sipping on a 40-ouncer.
While, needless to say, I smelled something very horrible in the laundrymat and I turned and saw that this man had his red shorts down to his kness. He was dancing. Dipping a rag in the wash and then washing his ass for five minutes straight. Of course, amazed by the car wreck that was unfolding in front of me, I could not stop watching. This image will remain in my head for the rest of my life.
I don't know exactly with what Elvis was testing me with today, perhaps compassion.
May Elvis live in your hearts and souls forever,
Glory be to Elvis.
posted by elvischrist at 4:52 PM
1 Comments:
My own limited aptitude in augury, such as it is nevertheless prompts me to mention that this in fact might be a divine reference to the Redd Foxx 'party album', You Better Wash Your Ass!
Perhaps some investigation into the possible connections between Redd and Elvis (may He sing forever) is in order.
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