Thirty long years have passed and I’ve still never been able to eat a pan-fried bacon and peanut butter sandwich on the crapper without sobbing…
Here’s your token Dead Elvis item, from Ruby Carpet:
A multitude of fans in Memphis gathered in sweltering heat to pay homage to Elvis Presley on the 30th anniversary of the singer’s death, resulting in the death of one 67-year-old woman in the crowd. But… is she really dead?
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5 Comments
He’s not dead, dammit!
Why does everyone keep saying that?
Love the pic. I always felt a lotta folks had their Jesus confused with their Elvis anyway:
Jesus: Soft-spoken Jewish anti-government hippie who advocated peace, justice, and moderation.
Elvis: fat, delusional, put bullets through his television for no known reason.
Which of those realities more closely resembles the Bush administration’s fan base?
Awesome pic!
Thanks. The King and the King of Kings, together again for the first time!
“Necronaut” — I like that. You continue your solid track record of word “inventification”.
Thanks, but actually I didn’t make that one up. I stole it from a friend’s copy of the Journal of Irreproducible Results. They gave dead people some diagnostic psych tests and concluded that “necronauts” were paranoid schizophrenics. I should dig that up and post it; quite fascinating.
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