Some days are so burdensome, they render me speechless.
I think I'll celebrate Elvis' birthday a few hours early and pacify myself with a fried bacon, peanut butter, and banana sandwich.
At least I'm not Bloomberg under pundit fire.
If I had my life to live over
I know just what I'd like to be
A pampered pet of a rich brunette
Sitting on my mama's knee...The King
Whoof.
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