People Have Finally Stopped Naming Their Kid Elvis
13 May
Stay off of my blue suede shoes! You ain’t nothing but a hound dog! Love me tender! (More crappy Elvis tunes written here) in an attempt to make a joke and segue into the story about people finally smarting up and not naming their kid after a dead singer with a drug problem that died pooping. That was suppose to be the way I went out! Now I’ve got to rethink this whole Earthly exit.
It only took 55 years but the King (will not make corny joke about leaving the building) is finally off the popular names list.
