Every now and then Elvis Presley drops by my place for a home
cooked meal. After dinner he always breaks out his guitar and sings
a song for my wife. I usually don’t mind but the last time he was here (about a mouth ago) he sung Blue Hawaii and I got mad because I thought it was our song.
So while Elvis was helping my wife wash the super dishes I snuck out to
his Caddy and shoved a potato up its exhaust pipe.
When Elvis couldn’t get his car started he didn’t want to call a tow truck
because he was afraid that the driver would recognize him and tip off the poperotsey.
So he asked me if he could borrow one of my disguises and I said,
“sorry Elvis – all my disguises are at the cleaners” (they really weren’t I was just still mad about the Blue Hawaii thing )
It turned out that the tow truck driver did recognize Elvis and he threatened
to call the poperotsey if Elvis didn’t give him ten thousand dollars.
I starting feeling bad because I thought the whole thing was kind of my fault so I talked the tow truck driver down to eight thousand dollars. Cheers and happy weekend!