I had DNA from The King surgically implanted into my anus which gives my flatulence a scent of peanut butter and pork chops, and causes my doo doo to grow sideburns. I've found that having sideburns on your poo gives the colon an extra scrubbing on the way down and also produces a wondrous tingling sensation.
I am NOT an Elvis "impersonator". Since DNA from The King himself resides in my anal cave, I am in essence ONE with the King. I do his bidding by way of my butthole. He speaks to me everytime I pinch a loaf and everytime I drop wolf bait. I then communicate his thoughts to the unsuspecting public by way of Karaoke. Now thanks to the power of the internet, I can share the love with the world. It's a poopin' pimpin' revival and I urge you to join my Poo Poontang Posse. Thank you, thank you very much...
POWER TO THE POOPHOLE!!!
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