Fascinating. So last weekend, I got a call from Elvis to  go up to Hugh Hefner's 151st Birthday Party at the Hilton Bunny Club on the Dark Side of the Moon with him. He said there would be a lot of leg there for like 1000% sure. I was like "Awe dude, I almost forgot about that, right on, see ya in a bit , Bro", and Elvis shows up about an hour later in that old pink '59 Caddy that crazy bastard still drives, staggers halfway up the front sidewalk, eels over and pukes up what appeared to be a Peanut Butter, Bacon, & Banana sandwich dissolved in a fifth of Jack all over my oleanders, looks at me and says "Thank ya, Thank ya very much". Same old Elvis. The guy is a friggen trainwreck, smashed like that at 10 o'clock in the morning. After I hosed down the area and backed that POS '59 out onto the street and hosed the tranny fluid off of my brick driveway, I managed to get the fat drunken SOB in the Caddy and off we go!