Forget the witty intro. I'll let the picture speak for itself:
Not only are these lovely Elvis busts readily available one block from my building, it's a 24 hour convenience store. It's stuff like this that makes the big Toronto move worthwhile. After all, where else can you get your jailhouse rocks off at 3 AM, along with a pack of cigarettes and some porno mags? That's right, nowhere.
Me? I'm holding out for a Gavin Rossdale bust. In my mind it will always be 1995.
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And Danifesto stop stalking me. Just stop. Next thing you know I'll find out we go to the same Price Chopper!
Oh so what is the correct term for a group of Elvis? Elvi? Evises? :)