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Big Fat Yellow Bootay waits for Election Results meets The King

by @amiee

meanwhile, the Big Fat Yellow Bootay was getting right tired of waiting for the election to end. so, she set off down the highway going ninety five... "HOKEEEY POKEEEY!" she cried as she gunned the engine and threw herself in gear. "HOKEEEY POKEEEY!  MOTHER FUCKERS!" twice she cried, "HOKEEEY POKEEEY!  MOTHER FUCKERS!" this second time for extra good luck with the unfolding election. cool Fall breeze caressed her yellow metal, her big fat yellow bootay, a glorious day to be out on a drive! well, except where she had come from. beep beep beep beep always driving her beep beep beeping insane! it shore nuf was quiet out this way! she turned the shiny silver dial to turn on the radio. 'gonna have to get me some better speakers one day soon.' she thought to her big fat bus self. and what came out blasting? "That's Alright Mama," by who else? but the King! Elvis! Elvis has left the building and now, Elvis is ON THE BUS! she didn't quite know all of the words, but what the fuck, she sure could sing! As the big fat bus with the big fat bootay was driving along, singing joyfully, she glanced in the rear view mirrow and what did she see? why the ghost of Elvis himself was sitting right there right in the back of the bus. He starts strumming on his own guitar and singing, 'that's alright mama.." so she turned off the radio to listen to the ghost of the King, Elvis, himself, singing in the back of her big fat yellow bootay! she also watched him eating a lot of food in the back of the bus, her bus. his ghostly figure seemed to fluctuate between fat Elvis, and skinny Elvis, like a seesaw. by and by says he, (not the really fat one but not the really skinny one neither.) 'I need a pit stop.' says the King so the big fat bus, with the big fat yellow bootay, asks, asks she, 'you wanna stop at the next stop & go, or the next fizz & wizz, or my fav if you really need a constitutional, the stop & plop?' at this particular junction in time this ghostly King, was in the shape of Fat Elvis but very cooly outfitted, bellbottoms and rhine stones or were those all diamonds? note to self, the big fat bus squirreled away, check on that. are those real or not? more mulha is always good and this just might be mana from heaven in the form of Elvis the KING himself and maybe just one of those diamonds will fall out and get lost in me.' mighty strange happenings going on around here in this big fat bus with the big fat yellow bootay. ' the stop and plop little mama,' elvis replied with that ohhhh, soooooo, divine Elvis drawl and that darling little thing he did with his mouth, but was doing now as he was sitting there in the back of HER big fat bus with HER big fat yellow bootay! OH MY, it really is a HOKEY POKEY day!  she sighed.....
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amiee
Published
Sep 21, 2015
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dear reader, i must admit, this is sounding even strange to me... it must be the stress of the election, so please pardon me.  and a very good night to you.

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