Damn. He was one of the true ones. Never gave a damn, didn’t take any shit, and couldn’t stop until he dropped. Pour one down your throat, because Mojo’d be pissed if you tried to pour it out.
Elvis Is Everywhere*, Mojo Nixon
#commissionearned
Moe Lane
*Normally, that would be crass of me. In fact, it’s still crass of me. But that’s how Mojo Nixon would have wanted it, dammit. All that the traffic would bear. Besides, he’s now gone to where Elvis has.
Because you probably need this.
Elvis Is Everywhere, Mojo Nixon
This is the clean version that you can play for your mom, by the way. The live version is several times as long, even funnier, and back in the day it might have even been considered to be particularly foul-mouthed.
I could not get Elvis out of my head, today.
Elvis is Everywhere, Mojo Nixon
I know, I know: why would I want to? Well, Elvis doesn’t really have much to say about bad drivers.
Lemme tell ya.
Lemme tell ya….
Barack H. Obama got noooooo Elvis in him.
…That was my wife’s response to me telling her about how Obama inserted himselfinto all of the other Presidents’ online biographies. It is, of course, a reference to Mojo Nixon
…and an indication that I have the Coolest. Wife. EVER.
Moe Lane
PS: Barack Obama really does have no Elvis in him.
Elvis Is Everywhere, The Pleasure Barons
The links are to the live version, which is frankly better.
Fun science fact of the day: the probes that we keep throwing out of the solar system aren’t quite where they should be. That is one of those little piddling oddities that can sometime blossom into entire sub-fields of physics being named after somebody…and can sometime not blossom, but we’re almost overdue for a fundamental revolution in scientific theory anyway. So keep watching the skies!
Personally, I find it unconscionable that the most obvious explanation has not been listed by Wikipedia:
Elvis Is Everywhere [Explicit]
Moe Lane
*Title courtesy of my wife.
