Inside the Mind of Fat, Camel-Toed Elvis
"The way the crotch of this jumpsuit lifts and separates my balls feels good now, but... whoa man... it's gonna give me a hunka' hunka' burnin' jock itch."
"Ladies... my chest hair beckons to you like The King crooning a love song for Priscella. But greasier... oh, so greasier..."
"I'm not Thin Elvis, obviously, but I'm not Fat Elvis either. I'm Inappropriate Genitals Elvis. I'll sing you the most uncomfortable, squirmy version of "Love Me Tender" you've ever heard!"
"I would really enjoy a wheelbarrow full of ham right now. Eh, who am I kidding... when WOULDN'T I enjoy a wheelbarrow full of ham?!?!"
"Next year, I'm going as Mama Cass! But what to do with my horrible, horrible nutsack...?"
posted by Clinton at 9:01 AM
8 Comments:
Hey! That’s my financial advisor! He looks okay to me. What’s your point?
i opened this page, and proceeded to say, over and over (while laughing)
omg. omgomgomg. omg. omgomgomg.
thanks for the giggles.
i just threw up a little in my mouth.
What I wouldn't do to straddle that and curl my fingers in its chest hair.
What I wouldn't do to see BNY straddle that and curl her fingers in its chest hair!
isn't that technically a moose knuckle instead of a camel toe?
He's kinda hot.
My eyes hurt. Make it stop.
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