I always get disappointed on Elvis's birthday, because for years I have made him a cake and set him a place at the dinner table and he never shows up. I've been holding onto the hope that all the conspiracy rumors were true and that he was living somewhere in the Midwest in hiding. This year I made a cake with milk chocolate filling and a bittersweet whipped cream frosting.
Maybe Elvis doesn't show because I'm not making his favorite dinner. I've always made a fried peanut butter and nanner sandwich garnished with four vicodin and a big glass of milk. Maybe next year I'll try something different.
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