Joey is King. King Mong. A ram-a-lam-a-ding-mong. He puts the mong into, erm, mongoose. And yet, he can talk the hind legs off a donkey - literally!

Often, I think of the times we spent together, spending "QT" in the mall, and showing Joey people even less fortunate than himself, just for yuks. It was obviously difficult finding such people, and after three months, we only had an anencephalic baby (which we stole and kept), and Hale and Pace. How Joey laughed at their television show! I think they made him feel better about himself.

What's this got to do with Elvis? Nothing - not everything ties in neatly, you know. Some things happen for no purpose at all.