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Whacked-Out Christian Dude on One-Man Mission to Kill Osama…Meets Elvis Instead

A retarded Christian California construction worker, Gary Brooks Faulkner, age 43, was detained in Northern Pakistan by Pakistani police who say Faulkner told them he was on a one-man mission from God to kill Osama Bin Laden and, afterward, meet Elvis Presley who, according to an account that Faulkner told Pakistan police, is alive and holed up in the mountains on the Afghan and Pakistan border.

Christian retard, Gary Faulkner

“When he told us he wanted to meet with Osama and to kill him we all laughed…but when he mentioned Elvis, the laughing stopped,” said police officer, Mohammad-Chaka Kahn.

Mohammad Chaka Kahn

Like most mentally-retarded Christians,  Faulkner is a huge, life-long Elvis fan who just also happens to hate Osama Bin Laden and claims to be on a mission from God to kill him. But despite his handicap, the retarded man was still able to make it all the way to the Pakistan-Afghan border with his 400 pound booty in tow.

The King upon arriving in Afghanistan in 1977

“We looked in Faulkner’s knapsack which weighed a fucking ton,” said Chaka Kahn. “And you wouldn’t believe what was in it.  He had a pistol, a sword, a dagger, night vision equipment, 16 hand grenades, a surface to air missile launcher, four nuclear war heads, 150 sticks of dynamite, and 18 canisters of deadly nerve gas.  This, of course seemed somewhat suspicious to us until we also found he had a bunch of Elvis records, a Kate Smith record of ‘God Bless America,’ a bag of hashish, the Best of Hustler from 1998 and ’00 which I confiscated because I’ve been trying to  get my hands on those two editions for at least six years, about 16 bibles and a bunch of other religious shit.  But when we found like six of these giant peanut butter, banana, and burnt bacon sandwiches on loaves of French bread, we knew this guy was deadly serious about meeting with ‘The King,’” said Chaka Kahn.

Elvis before....and now

“The King?” Southpaw asked Kahn.

“Elvis, you idiot….he lives right there in that cave….right over there,” said Chaka Kahn pointing at a cave about 100 yards away.  “The fat motherfucker has been there since August of ’77.  I was just a kid when he moved in and since then I think I’ve heard every Elvis song ever recorded coming out of that cave.”

Elvis, now joined by Gary, has been holed up in here since '77

♪♫Lord Almighty,
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
It’s burning through to my soul

Girl, girl, girl
You gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I don’t know which way to go

I’m just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

♪♫

“Arrggh….YOU HEAR THAT?!?!” groaned Chaka Kahn. “Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week he pipes that shit out of that cave.  I have no idea where Osama is but I sure as fuck know where Elvis is.  He’s right there,” said Chaka Kahn pointing to the cave again.

The King meets Saddamn on his way to Afghanistan

“We took away Faulkner’s Hustlers and hashish but let him keep the weapons and just let him go and, as far as I know, he’s been up there with Elvis ever since. God knows what they’re doing but I don’t care as long as they’re not doing it down here.  I just wish God had sent him on a mission to kill ‘The King’ instead of Osama….then I wouldn’t have had to listen to this”:

♪♫ Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! HIS TRUUTH IS MAARRRCHING OOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!”♪♫

The King's Taliban Dog, Elvis Ahmet Preslistan

Bush becomes Elvis Impersonator

One BIG reason you’ve heard so little from George W. Bush since he mercifully left the White House in January 2009 is because he’s picked up another “gig” that few knew about until very recently:  He’s become an Elvis impersonator and performs mostly in Vegas.

“He was actually pretty good as far as Elvis impersonators go and we’ve been watching them come and go for 30 years,” said Helda Coccen-Mihan, a morbidly obese, stupid shit Vegas regular who’s been wasting her money there for 35 years.  “I went to see his show last night and he is one hunka hunka burning love!  But Elvis was bigger in the ‘parts department.’  George only looks like he’s packing maybe four inches.  Elvis, before he gained the 400 pds of girth, was at least six.”

Elvis Bush shakes it

“We’re addressing that,” said Bush’s “Elvis-impersonating” manager, Fast Eddie Blankfein, former CEO of Goldman Sachs, referring to Bush’s “limitations” in the “part’s department.”  “It’s simple….we do the same thing Wayne Newton used to do during his career….stuff a a couple of rolls of tube socks down his pants.  It ain’t brain surgery,” added Blankfein.

Elvis Bush contemplates kicking somebody's ass....LOOK OUT BABY !!

… “Look baby…I gotta go…. ‘The King’ is at the end of a set and he’ll need me after he finishes,” said Blankfein.  “Peace baby.”

♫♫

Ah, ah, burning love
I’m just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

♫♫

(((((SQUEAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)))))

“They love him baby cakes!!!,” said an exhuberant Blankfein.  “I told you the tube socks would work !!”

(((ELVIS BUSH! ELVIS BUSH ! ELVIS BUSH ! ELVIS BUSH !!))

“They love him and they want an ENCORE !! Gotta go baby cakes !!”

Elvis Bush and his posse....The Memphis Mafia

♫♫

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His trrrrrrrrrruuuuuuth is maaaaaaaaaarching oooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!!!

♫♫

((((EEEEEEHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY))))!!!!

“MY GOD ELVIS BUSH….GREAT SHOW…YOUR BEST EVER !”

“Get the fuck outta mah way Eddie you little fucking freak !”

“Hahahahahahahaah, Elvis Bush is such a kidder,” Eddie says to Southpaw.

“Eddie, fix me a drink you little fucker…and make it one of them amphetamine cocktails you do…the one with uppers, downers, cocaine, and Jim Beam.”

“But Elvis Bush….you know what your Doctor said about that kinda stuff…it’s gonna ki…….”

“Don’t make me get rough with you again Eddie!! Ah know karate ! Look out maahn!!!”

“Okay okay Elvis Bush….I’ll make you the drink….you better get some rest….you’ve gotta another show to do  in just a few hours.”

“Ah don’t need no sleep Eddie….ah just get high on life baby…now come here.”

((((Ummmmfffffffffff)) !!!  Elvis Bush sucker punches Fast Eddie in the gut knocking his wind out….

Fast Eddie with some rare leisure time

“Ah am the greatest….the greatest,” says Elvis Bush kicking back on his leopard skin carpeted sofa and nursing his  amphetamine cocktail while Fast Eddie writhes in pain on the floor…..

Elvis Bush will perform two shows a night for at least the next six months in Vegas, North Platte, Nebraska, Vicksburg. Mississippi, Ash Flat, Alabama, Butte,  Montana, and Frankfort, Kentucky.

Elvis' chimp, "Scatter", works out with him on a daily basis

The evolution from President Impersonator to Elvis Impersonator