I'm sittin on the throne last Wednesday, the morning of my 42nd bd checkin out the new Playboy, and it dawns on me , Elvis died at 42, sittin on the throne. The last image of me, dead on the bathroom floor, gripping a Playboy, with my Sponge Bob PJ's around my ankles, ugh. Then the police arrive and say, "Well he was obviously constipated and died of a brain aneurysm." Then CSI guy says,"We've found traces of semen on the ceiling, heart attack." Then my old lady comes in and says," The Jazz lost to the Lakers, broken heart." -Wait till next year,losers. Jazz in 2009-Aloha
I'm sittin on the throne last Wednesday, the morning of my 42nd bd checkin out the new Playboy, and it dawns on me , Elvis died at 42, sittin on the throne. The last image of me, dead on the bathroom floor, gripping a Playboy, with my Sponge Bob PJ's around my ankles, ugh. Then the police arrive and say, "Well he was obviously constipated and died of a brain aneurysm." Then CSI guy says,"We've found traces of semen on the ceiling, heart attack." Then my old lady comes in and says," The Jazz lost to the Lakers, broken heart." -Wait till next year,losers. Jazz in 2009-Aloha
