eXtreme Elvis: The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Vancouver was recently blessed with a visit from eXtreme Elvis. What can I say about it? I'm not to sure, it's kind of a blank for me. Maybe i was mentally scarred by it. Nah, probably just drunk. Damn you to hell $9 dollar pitchers!

It was hot, it was sweaty in the bar. This guy is definately insane. We were a little worried about what was going to happen, but we had no idea what was in store for us. I only wish I'd got a picture of him flossing his ass with the american flag.

That's really about all I've got say about the night. Me and Mr. Guy got his autograph, and Jesus peed off the Georgia Street viaduct. W00t!

Oh yeah, and here's one last pic for you. I know you love sweaty, fat and naked Elvis impersonators.