Elvis was a big deal for me as a youth. Pretty typical. What kind of 7-year old becomes totally obsessed with showtunes, 60’s movie musicals, and dead legends? This girl. Seriously, and you wonder why I’m on the constant hunt for a fabulous Anthony Marantino-ish sidekick…
Anywhoooo the King was a mojo factory.
He also enjoyed Gingers.
As I’ve said many many times before, Viva Las Vegas had a larger impact on my personal development than Red Skittles, hormones in chicken nuggets, and years of shrinks, nannies, liars, and head injuries – combined:
But I don’t limit myself in the Elvis musical department. Nor should you. Next time you’re feeling a little down in the dumps, rent Tickle Me, Girl Happy, or Blue Hawaii. You can’t keep watching shit like the Bachelor, RHOBH, Jersey Shore, and Keeping up with the “C-U-Next-Tuesdays” and expect to
not become a retard carry on meaningful adult conversations.
Those Pacific Islanders sure can boogie.