coketalk:
Okay, Elvis.
Every summer day for fifteen years, I drove past Dr. Nick’s house. He got the paper from his driveway in the mornings wearing nothing but a light pink robe. Sometimes, he’d forget to tie the belt. We called him Dr. Feelnothing.
sounds like quite the party.
Hahaha fucking Quaalude dude..
BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS
Yeah, I’m pretty sure George Nichopolous didn’t go to jail, when Elvis died on his toilet.
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