This is much less scary than the benny hill one.
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This page contains a single entry by Karl Elvis published on December 24, 2005 2:17 PM.
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YOU are still myth my friend... but in finding Jesus you are the one and only ELVIS.
It's true. I'm mythical.
And I'm ok with that.
Ahhh.... Will teenagers be telling stories about Karl Elvis around the fire at Camp Winnabucket in years to come?
"See, there was this DUDE.... And he was COOOOOL"
"Was he really THAT cool, Jimmy?"
"Sure was, Sherry. His skin was covered in the most amazing patterns."
"What was it, Jimmy?"
"Sherry, some said it was his skin, he just grew that way. But I heard it from Crazy Ray down the road. He actually KNEW him. He says that it... well, it was INK. They say he was six feet tall. And no hair. Well, except for his face. And he wore the strangest clothes."
"Tell me more, Jimmy!"
"He was a god. All the women loved him. He was Karl Elvis."
"OOOooooh, I bet he was DREAMY, Jimmy!"
Heh. Sorry. Too much eggnoggy-ness.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS!
we're going to hell, karl elvis... we're going to hell.