Death week or, as Michele Bachmann calls it, Birthday Week. Same-same.
You ain't nothin' but a corndogFryin' all the timeYou ain't nothin' but a corndogFryin' all the timeWell, I can't eat you on my diet(you'd just add to my behind!)When they said you were high carbWell you know that was no lieWhen they said you were high calWell you know that was no lieI can't eat you on my diet(you'd just add to my behind!)oh wait. Lyrics is your shtick. ;)love the recipe's of the king!
What a coincidence! That's exactly what I'm having for dinner tonight! ;)
Elvis is alive and well and living in a trailer park in Las Vegas. I saw him. I really really did! :D
Somehow the King ate all this sh*t and still managed to look cool...until he died...on the can. But before that he was extrmely cool. You have to admit. We could never pull off the white jumpsuits or the capes.
I am going to go cook some bacon with meatballs!Thanks for the reminder!
ahhhh fried banananana sandwiches
YIKES! I hope the Elvis lovers don't come after you! ;-) Add some drugs to the food & a recipe for what happened!Erin, I loved your comment!