My sister gave me a surprise Elvis-themed 40th birthday party on 9/9/99. I somehow own this black jumpsuit from the days with the Elvis band. I went back home and dressed for the occasion, even posing with the other Elvis--his name lies in obscurity--with my Auntie Emma from Shelbyville, another acolyte of All Things Elvis. That's it, I'm done. No more Elvis. He's left the building. Wayne
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Nobody ever gave ME an Elvis-themed birthday party!
(I could be the fat Elvis.)
I could be the fat Elvis, too. Never knew there was a bald Elvis, though. ;)
This is the most frightening thing you've ever done, Wayne. How do you expect me to sleep at night now? How I ask you?
That top pic is priceless. :)
I saw the ghost of Elvis on
Union Avenue...
Ahhh, no it's Wayne in Elvis guise!
hihihihi....how fun:)
Another shot of the Wayne Elvis, with my beloved Chanci: http://www.yvonnenavarro.com/gifs/animals/chancelv.jpg
That's...that's just...wrong!
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