Hiya,
I'm still here, I go to see the doctor on Monday, and tell him all my physical complaints. So I think I'll continue sleeping all weekend since that's all I ever do. I'm really good at it unless I need to be asleep then I'm just another insomniac loser. Hopefully with this new shipment of valium that will change. I can tell my body is feeling better now that it has it's calming blunt instrument to prevent problems from circling around in my brain like sharks on a feeding frenzy.
So CBS has gone Elvis Crazy... First that two part fiesta (which I thought Johnathan Rhys Meyers was really good in by the way) and tonight a big extravaganza of home movies presented by the surgically enhanced Cryptkeeper-Like Ex-Wife, Pricilla and their surgically enhanced daughter Lisa-Marie, It's going to be bad I can tell, but I have to watch, like a slow moving car crash, or a plane hitting a building, you can't look away, you just stare in disbelief... Who knows maybe my fever addled brain will be treated to some cool footage. Poor Elvis, just a decade older than me and out he went, litterally right down the toilet...
Let that be a lesson to those of you who eat a pound of bacon, a 24 egg yolk 2 pound cheese omlette, seventeen dexedrines and five fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches for breakfast every morning, and Five T-Bone Steaks, twelve Grape Ice Cream Sodas and thirty Seconols for dinner... And a midnight snack of thirteen more fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches and eighteen nembutols....
Through it all though I still think the old footage audio and video is amazing and electric, and he was such a beauty once upon a time. Poor Elvis...
In Japan they call him Edubisu... That's what we call him too... Every time we find some cable network showing some documentary, "King Creole" "Elvis: The '68 Comeback Special" or "Elvis: That's The Way It Is" which is hilarious by the way, he's so fucked up in his rehearsals he's literally falling off his chair. I always have to scream, "It's Edubisu! It's Edubisu!!" Like the Japanese fangirl in the brilliant film Mystery Train... And ya know, even the crappy films he made for Col. Tom are fun do watch if you're drunk enough...
Peas, if you can keep them down, I sure can't...
SisterVanian
Update... Okay, I'm a big sappy Elvis fan and thought it was pretty neet-o, but a bit cheesy, but that's Presley, you gotta have the cheese... and yes.. I cried... hey, Gimme a break I'm sick over here...
Speaking of cheese! I find it TERRIBLY IRONIC that EVERY single advert spot featured a PRESCRIPTION DRUG or a place serving CHESSE COVERED STEAKS!!! WTF!!!
Now let's do the math here... Edubisu or Elvis, The King, E, Whatever you wanna call him DIED from a combination of bad nutrition and enormous ammounts of prescription drugs.... does anyone else see a pattern here?
Jeezy-Peazy!
I'm still here, I go to see the doctor on Monday, and tell him all my physical complaints. So I think I'll continue sleeping all weekend since that's all I ever do. I'm really good at it unless I need to be asleep then I'm just another insomniac loser. Hopefully with this new shipment of valium that will change. I can tell my body is feeling better now that it has it's calming blunt instrument to prevent problems from circling around in my brain like sharks on a feeding frenzy.
So CBS has gone Elvis Crazy... First that two part fiesta (which I thought Johnathan Rhys Meyers was really good in by the way) and tonight a big extravaganza of home movies presented by the surgically enhanced Cryptkeeper-Like Ex-Wife, Pricilla and their surgically enhanced daughter Lisa-Marie, It's going to be bad I can tell, but I have to watch, like a slow moving car crash, or a plane hitting a building, you can't look away, you just stare in disbelief... Who knows maybe my fever addled brain will be treated to some cool footage. Poor Elvis, just a decade older than me and out he went, litterally right down the toilet...
Let that be a lesson to those of you who eat a pound of bacon, a 24 egg yolk 2 pound cheese omlette, seventeen dexedrines and five fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches for breakfast every morning, and Five T-Bone Steaks, twelve Grape Ice Cream Sodas and thirty Seconols for dinner... And a midnight snack of thirteen more fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches and eighteen nembutols....
Through it all though I still think the old footage audio and video is amazing and electric, and he was such a beauty once upon a time. Poor Elvis...
In Japan they call him Edubisu... That's what we call him too... Every time we find some cable network showing some documentary, "King Creole" "Elvis: The '68 Comeback Special" or "Elvis: That's The Way It Is" which is hilarious by the way, he's so fucked up in his rehearsals he's literally falling off his chair. I always have to scream, "It's Edubisu! It's Edubisu!!" Like the Japanese fangirl in the brilliant film Mystery Train... And ya know, even the crappy films he made for Col. Tom are fun do watch if you're drunk enough...
Peas, if you can keep them down, I sure can't...
SisterVanian
Update... Okay, I'm a big sappy Elvis fan and thought it was pretty neet-o, but a bit cheesy, but that's Presley, you gotta have the cheese... and yes.. I cried... hey, Gimme a break I'm sick over here...
Speaking of cheese! I find it TERRIBLY IRONIC that EVERY single advert spot featured a PRESCRIPTION DRUG or a place serving CHESSE COVERED STEAKS!!! WTF!!!
Now let's do the math here... Edubisu or Elvis, The King, E, Whatever you wanna call him DIED from a combination of bad nutrition and enormous ammounts of prescription drugs.... does anyone else see a pattern here?
Jeezy-Peazy!
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there's a scarecrow video guide out... based on the store in the 'attle... so you DO have the only one....