#16 = fat drunk Elvis. Pages 1-10 were the Sun Records days, we knew there was potential but we had no idea what this would turn into. By page 50, "Hound Dog" was a smash and he was well on his way. Around page 60 he made his debut on the Ed Sullivan Show.There were twists and turns since then, but around page 90 we were feeling guilty for gawking at him anymore. Now, 5500+ posts in, there #16 sits, on the toilet, straining to squeeze one out, bloated and constipated from all the pills. Desperately he spins a yarn about a coed on Craigslist who maybe, just maybe, is willing to perform sexual acts in return for a $50 discount on a used iPhone. The few blue-haired retirees remaining in the Vegas nightclub are shuffling out toward the exits, as Elvis tries to do a split and tears a groin muscle as well as his pantsuit. An old lady turns her head before reaching the door, just to take one last look. She shakes her head and sighs, pushes forward on her walker, and she's gone.