Elvis Eve
As I lay down to slumber, let us remember that visions of leather and spandex are dancing through my head.
If I leave a peanut butter and banana sandwich on a plate by the chimney with care, will Elvis Claus come and visit me. If he does, I want this version. Yeah, this is what I’m talking about.
Happy Birthday, Elvis.
You were okay in the rhinestones, but damn if you weren’t amazing back in the day.










Wasn’t he HOT…
Happy Birthday, E.
He looked pretty damn good here.
Happy Elvismas, Newscoma!!!