Elvis willed them to me. Most were bullet riddled when took them home. Elvis is still with us. He hides out here. Before there are millions of people at my location, just want to say Elvis has left the building for parts unknown. Said he would be sending someone to take care of my opening my pie-hole. What is a pie-hole?
What do you think of making a bookcase out of the old fridge?
Elvis yelled on the way out he needs a new hiding place. I'll ask him where he wants the fridge delivered. Oh shucks, he's gone! Elvis took a shot at me before he left. He missed and hit the TV.
If Elvis needs a place to hide out, our fridge is the ideal place. I used to tell people that I had a price, but nobody thought I knew anything worth paying for. Therefore, no one would even consider that we are hiding dear old Elvis. (Did I ever tell you that one of my best friends had a monkey named Elvis? He hated me. Her husband assured me that they left Elvis to me in his will. I would vastly have preferred their vast collection of automatic weapons, but instead, they willed me Elvis. Since they did not kick off, they had to donate Elvis to a zoo where he was promptly declared persona non grata. I dodged the bullet on that one.)
Would Elvis be displeased if he had to share the fridge with multiple Peterson’s Field Guides? I need quick access to those.
Anyway, sweet dreams!