Chris
When the Elvis impersonator in front of me had to fish through his duffel-bag for ID I knew that I was about to be carded.
When the Elvis impersonator in front of me had to fish through his duffel-bag for ID I knew that I was about to be carded.
As I rounded the hill of the I-35 & I-435 interchange, I thought it was just an old guy in tight white pants whose car had broken down, but then when he turned around, I realized he was an Elvis impersonator, complete with studded polyester pants, tight chest-hair showing shirt, big sunglasses, and the Elvis hair.