Being the 34th anniversary of the passing of that great Memphis legend, Elvis, it seemed fitting that we pay tribute to Mr. Blue Suede Shoes. Personally, I never cared much for him or his music but I did like Priscilla (until she messed up her lips with that poison injection and now looks like a Goldfish) and his daughter has certainly been a hot topic of various trash magazines (but I thought her video with The Michael was a good effort to cover-up their marriage disaster). Truth be known, Elvis just wasn't as cool as say, Ringo or Mick or even Elton John. Couldn't sing all that well but he sure could move those hips! Funny how a dead celebrity tends to skyrocket their popularity...Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson, Janis Joplin--see what I mean? Too bad talent has to go the way of drug cocktails and dain bramage.
Hey, that looks like my Great Aunt Gracie!
By the way Bob Barker, you can stop looking for Him...you ain't nothin but a hound dog...
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