This afternoon at my office we were graced with a singing telegram from Elvis! Mr. R’s wife ordered it for his birthday. And I, sitting at the front desk, got the best seat in the house. He was wearing a sequined semi-see-through white jumpsuit, unzipped halfway down to reveal his ample body hair. He played an Irish Reel on the violin and sang
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