Where's the Bucket?

Where's the Bucket?, originally uploaded by Ancodia.

going to graceland we're going today! i'm so happy i just can't wait! gonna see the place where elvis presley died when we get to graceland we'll have to ride a bus we'd better watch our language or the guards'll beat us up we'll get to make some cheap jokes and buy cheaper souvenirs if this were disneyland i'd buy a pair of elvis ears they say it costs eight-fifty just to see his house where they keep all his records and his fifteen foot long couch it might seem like a rip-off but i'm going anyway we're going to graceland today going to graceland it's gonna be great! i'm so happy i just can't wait! gonna see the bucket that elvis presley kicked going to graceland gonna be fun we'll get to see all of elvis's guns gonna tell us all about his favorite tv shows going to graceland we'll stand in line we'll get to have a wild time gonna get to buy love me tender shampoo when my time comes that's how i wanna go - stoned and fat and wealthy and sitting on the bowl lots of people say that it's sad the king is gone well elvis might be dead but his cash flow lives on i'll be so excited when i see the jungle room where elvis made some records including moody blue graceland is calling me i just can't stay away we're going to graceland today going to graceland we're gonna cut lose there's plenty of tourists for us to goose we're gonna act real stupid and try to pick up girls going to graceland we're gonna go wild gonna go to his grave and try to smile gonna buy velvet painings and elvis presley forks going to graceland we're going to graceland we're going to graceland we're going to graceland going to graceland we're going to hell we're gonna sing heartbreak hotel gonna see the uniform that elvis presley wore what are we waiting for? let's leave right now we're going to graceland and i don't care how e pluribus elvis that's what i say we're going to graceland today

Woof!

It was up in the air as to whether Meg was going to come with me or not; she'd won a chip into a larger satellite, but then when she toasted about halfway through, she decided to call it quits and come back next tourney & try again. So we left on foot. Well, ok--in car. Now, when this WSOP gets aired, Meg's going to be all temper-tantrum throwing, telling me it's my fault and if she'd stayed she'd have made it or whatever. Hmmph. She's just pissed off 'cos in the three days I was there, I made $400 and she made a stupid move (her words) and it cost her the medium satellite she was in. Sorry, Meg; I dinna do that. So we left. I wanted to go to Graceland. Meg sez no. Meg sez no a lot. Frickin' control freak. :-) You can't take pics in a casino, or I'd have made some of Meg licking poker chips and then going all in. That's how she got sick. Swear to god.

Oh...wait...I'm an agnostic.

Butsoanyway.

So we left Tunica. And there was much rejoicing.

Yay.