So, you're saying he was the "Queen" and not the "King"
hmmmm...
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No he wasn't. He was just fat.
And the King and, oh, he's living in this woman's back yard.
Don't forget that.
Only in your wildest dreams Nyggah!
That's not Elvis by the way, look again, turn on the bathroom light
while you are at it porky.
You know that first hand because you're still trapped in that
makeshift fridgerator box still getting fed Alpo.
Elvis lives in a refrigerator box?
I am surprised to hear that.
How have you been? The pills helping any?
I want some pills.
You could try some of that other guy's pills. They seem to work well for
him - you can tell when he stops taking them.
Yay!
Of course you do Pooty, of course, shame they will not work for
the rest of us in making you disappear.
Go far away to KOOKAREENA land with your mother, ride the magic
carpet muncher and fly far, far away now POOTY.
You're the expert.
You get excited every time when he makes you watch, don't you?
Who's "he" and what does "he" watch?