When you go to drop a dooce, but you find yourself constipated and must proceed to shamefully exit the shithouse unrelieved. A rare occurence since the invention of laxatives.
Doug: Last night I ate that whole box of Cheerios and this morning I totally pulled an Elvis Presley.
Tom: I knew something was up. The bathroom was unusually stank free this afternoon.
Leaving a gathering or party without saying goodbye to anyone, as Elvis used to do it his concerts. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we regret to inform you, Elvis has left the building!”
I couldn’t take the drunken nonsense any longer, so I decided to pull an Elvis.