For the collector who has everything else.
I’m telling you, the price of gas these days is outrageous.
“Buy It Now” price: $10,000. How’s that for a definition of optimism?
I thought this thread was going to be about the Zippin’ Pippin, known locally as Elvis’s favorite roller coaster. Now that the amusement park, Libertyland, has closed, I imagine it’ll be for sale at some point.
Gas is nothing. I tell ya, nothing.
While we don’t have it, a physician that was working the ER when they brought Elvis in, has a swab from his rectum, which has…well, Elvis’ fecal matter on it.
Saw it with my own two eyes, I did.
And no, I did not smell it.
And yes, I know it has to be fake. I saw Elvis in Concorse C, ATL, just a few weeks ago, waiting for his connection to MEM.
I think “Elvis Fart” would have outsold “Elvis Sweat” by a large margin.
Well, that’s one of Elvis’ Las Vegas farts. They’re a dime a dozen.
Show me a ‘69 Comeback Black Leatherclad Fart, and we’re TCB. He was cookin’ with gas, then.
And,LiveOnAPlane, would that be the infamous “Blue Moon of Kentucky” swab?
I have a friend here in town who has a cassette tape recording of the 911 dispatcher sending the ambulance to Graceland when Elvis died. I have no idea how he got it, but I’ve heard it, and I believe it’s genuine. A lot of it is tough to understand because of the poor radio quality at the time and the extremely thick accents of the speakers, but you can clearly hear the exchange after the dispatcher gives the address.
Ambulance driver: “Uh, is that Graceland?”
Dispatcher: “Yeah.”
Ambulance driver: “Oh shit.”
It’s chilling.