Graceland Too!!!!
Holly Springs', nay one man's attempt to outdo Elvis when it comes to his own home!!!! For five bucks this guy gives you a tour of his personal shrine to the King, himself, and his son. He is supposedly open for visitors at any time of day or night. All you have to do is knock. We were there at about 11PM on a Sunday.
Yes, those are Elvis clippings, and yes, they are on the celing.
Our gracious host, Paul McLeod, who sometimes referred to himself as Elvis, and then referred to Elvis being his son, and then referred to have been with the King the day he died. He talked so fast, you couldn't really interrupt to get a clarification.
Although our friend Mark Coltrane (left) appeared very nervous during the tour, he did say he was going to return with his parents when they next came to visit. Three visits makes you a lifetime member!!!!
Graceland Too!!! is an impressive collection of TV guides, albums, and ladies panties. We were informed that 4 sexy college girls had been on the tour a few minutes before we arrived and had donated their panties to the museum.
Frenchman Renaud Faroux understood very little of what our tourguide said, as he attacked us with statistics about how many times Elvis has been on TV since the 1950's, and how many Star Wars figures he had to get rid of so he could make room for more Elvis stuff. He began to mention the Jailhouse Rock tribute he was building in the backyard.
Peter Alton, your narrator, paying his respects.
"The UNited Nations of Elvis Presley fans worldwide" Our host asked Renaud to send him a French flag to improve this section of the tour. Note the volleyballs (walmart) on top of used PVC.
Coke cans in a shopping cart. Our host ensured us that he drinks 21 cokes a day, and that those very cokes kept his "dick hard all night."
Renaud sits in the "Jailhouse Rock" electric chair, where many college girls have allegedly removed their panties.
We signed the guestbook and posed for this nice souvenir just out front. Please visit this place as soon as you can.
Reanud insisted that we visit the Ole Miss bookstore one more time.
Visiting Alumni were able to explain the Ole Miss tradition of Hotty Toddy, which is just a rich froufrou way of saying a hot toddy.
I was able to diss Faulkner one more time.
We again found the "BLUES" plates in downtown Oxford. I talked to them. They were white.
Renaud bought an Ole Miss soccer ball, which we just played with at 12:45 AM in the halls of our swank Houston hotel. He also stole a pair of goalie gloves.
