This Was Gonna Go Up Last Night
But I played a little poker, had a little beer, went to the blues jam at the Voodoo, sang a couple numbers, drank more beer, had a couple of shots of spiced rum and ...
Well, you see why I didn't get to posting. Of course, I figure that getting stonkered and singing is probably much the way Elvis would have celebrated the thirtieth anniversary of his own death if he were alive to do so today ...
Waitaminnit ... Something not quite right there ...
Anyway, I wanted to remember what I consider to be Elvis' finest moment:
The US Library of Congress says this is their most requested item--more requests than the Constitution. It's easy to see why.
According to reports, Elvis arrived at the White House stoned for his meeting with President Richard Milhous Nixon; A meeting at which he was to be sworn in as a Drug Enforcement Agency agent.
That Elvis--what an instinct for comedy!
He was a pretty good singer, too.
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posted by Metro @ 8:42 am
6 Comments:
He looks off his face there standing next to Tricky Dicky.
Senor Mur
Did you get into College ?
Poor Elvis - he looks a sad specimen - what a sad waste of talent & opportunity - he would have been better off with Princess Fiona
Yr obedt servt etc
G E
he kinda looks like a super-hero with the groovy belt in that picture.
@Mur:
One of the accounts I read was from a woman who was a White House intern at the time, and she reports that he was quite visibly stoned.
@g eagle:
With Princess Fiona? The one from the Shrek films? The mind boggles. It's almost as incredible as the notion that he's actually dead! Although I've met some sad people with no magic in their souls who believe that very thing.
@Mr. Anchovy:
Elvis WAS a superhero. He singlehandedly saved the world from Communism by shaking his hips violently, thus oscillating his Elvis Reflecto-Belt Buckle at a frequency that jammed Russian spy sattelites. Of course the government has since hushed the matter up, but you can still find replicas of the original buckle in haunted antique shops. They used to give them away free in cereal packets here, and they can decode scrambled TV channels.
Was Senor Chicken esq having a shot at me, metro?...lol
Little wonder he is non-contactable.
I don't think it's a shot ... M. Eagle has never been anything but civil over here, and eerily persuasive.
Best to presume goodwill until proven otherwise, eh?
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