SL/weird glitch leads to The King living on

Due to some glitch, Johnthomas's legs were bowlegged and I was actually taller than he was.
"It's great to see the top of your head," I joked.
It was only a matter of time till we got to an area where JT could take advantage of some steps.
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"You are higher than me now," I observed. "And imagine my happiness at seeing the underside of your nose again."
JT dismounted, then the real fun began.
Patric: uh oh... i recognize those clothes
Patric: omg
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Patric: is that Big E?




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Patric: I didn't realize Elvis was so tan...
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johnthomas Jun: in the house!
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Patric: are you elvis or don ho?
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johnthomas Jun: depends on blood alcohol level
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Patric: if i see a lei over your neck i still won't know if you are Elvis or Don Ho
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johnthomas Jun: let me relog
Patric: why, do you need sideburns?
Johnthomas Jun: that too
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Moments later, Johnthomas Elvis came back and I got a good (side) view of him.
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Patric: you look great
Elvis: woo that feels better
Patric: if slightly chunky
Patric: you are the slightly chunky Elvis
Elvis: i love donuts

Then I knew the whole reason for the transformation: "You are no longer bowlegged!"
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By shapeshifting into Elvis, Johnthomas had gotten rid of the bowleggedness. Plus, he gained a lot more confidence with women.
Then, between puffs, I thought of the 'Ultimate Elvis.' "Be the fat Elvis," I suggested, "but with a military crewcut."
But by then I saw that Johnthomas was already shedding bits of the Elvis body to return to his former Self. Everything was being replaced, save the legs. Elvis's legs he would keep.
Shoes were a different story.
"Do I really need shoes?" the half-n-half Elvis asked me. "What do you say?"
"No, you're tall enough already."
"Shoes, Patric," a nearby spectator scolded. "Mama didn't raise an ape."
"Can't we settle on sandals?" I asked.
"Why?" the spectator asked.
"I love seeing Second Life toes," I admitted. "Even on men. There were no such thing as Second Life toes until about 3 months ago...Someone finally invented them. The novelty hasn't worn off yet."
"Ick," the spectator said.
"Don't get me wrong--I'd rather see them on women, but until the novelty wears off I'll go ahead and check them out on men too."
"..."
"As a creator, especially. I'm always looking out for new ideas."
"Last time I checked I didn't have toes myself," the spectator admitted. "But that was over 8 months ago."
"Ahhh."
"They could have been invented and attached by now. Who knows."
"Right."

Elvis Builds his Dream House

A Graceland visit with Elvis as my tour guide!!
After a trip through the estate, Elvis has another place up his sleeve.
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"Come with me to Tupelo"
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Sure enough, as I rounded the privacy wall, Elvis's boyhood trailer stood
out like a non-sore thumb.
The rooms inside were carefully cordoned off with rope.
"Will the security alarm go off if I try to grab something out of the fridge?" I asked.
Elvis was mellow. He was content to swing on the porch, after all. This was his boyhood home.
I couldn't help but think of Elvis's Graceland estate, mere steps away. I couldn't help but think Elvis was much happier here. In Tupelo. This is the place where he did most of his dreaming.

I have a picture, which I cherish, of Elvis adding pickets to a fence.
The King building his castle.
This is a pic of me being contemplated by Elvis on the wrong side of his privacy rope.
Here is a familiar sequined arm reaching up, not to point at something while singing, but to position something while building.
This is an actual rare photo of Elvis building his kitchen, modeled on the (rarer still) inside pic.

At Hooters -N- Shooters/60s Night

Elvis showed up at Hooters, doing unimaginable things with his hips.
Someone in the audience dared Elvis to keep dancing the way he was but with one breast exposed.
Elle was a trooper all night, DJing even though she had a headache.
A robot on the dance floor made everyone seem like they were dancing 10x better.

SL/Elvis has left entered the building

Inside Graceland (with Yetrates). This was Elvis's own private nightclub within Graceland. Kinda neat. I'm very glad I got to see it.




It seems that Elvis himself might even show up on certain nights.(!)
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Graceland has authentic Elvis music streams 24/7.
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An ideal place for your every Elvis need.

Then Elvis really did show up!!
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To prove I really did see Him, you can see through my spectacles
that I am telling the truth.
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For fifteen minutes, we were treated to Elvis hit after Elvis hit. Then the curtain shut (while the song was playing).
I used the zoom key to see if Elvis was up to any hanky panky backstage. Nope, he was still singing as if nothing had happened...

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Here is a shot of Elvis singing to the back of the curtain.
Here is a shot of him leaving backstage to come to the front of the curtain.
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Just in time for the crucial song...
"Are you lonesome tonight?"
Surprisingly, the middle of the song was a giggle fit.
I began to wonder if Elvis was going to finish it!
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"Crap, I'm going to frisk him if he ever finishes this song," I vowed.
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Then he segued right into next song without missing a beat. "A Woman Without Love." Flawless.
Before I knew it, another jumpsuit showed up. It became a showdown of 'elvis' proportions. At one point the newer Elvis actually challenged the first Elvis on stage.
By the time the first one got to the bridge of "Keeping You is My Goal," though, the second Elvis had left the building.

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Which left just one--the original one, the better one on stage.
Until a white jumpsuited one showed up, like an angel.