You were, for some reason drunk at some party, and Elvis had to come pick you up. He had you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car cause you were just too drunk to walk, as well as to drunk to understand just about anything coming from anyone’s mouth at the moment. While you were over his shoulder, you were just mumbling something which you were to quiet for anyone you hear you. You just had your arms hanging, which you were also just half asleep. You just kept one giggling and all