Whenever I visit the CrabDiving facilities, and stare at the guy form Graceland, I’m reminded of a time when my parents took me and my brothers to a flea market somewhere deep in the humid asshole of the lovely open-carry-state of Georgia. If you’ve never been to one of these outdoor refuge-camp-esque bazaars, you’re totally missing out, especially if you are in need of a ridic butterfly knife, Merle Haggard belt buckle or a Velvet Elvis.
CrabDiving Shitter:
These white trash parking lot malls have everything from “Jailhouse Rock” Elvis all the way to “Fat Hawaiian Elvis” (which is what I prefer). I will never forget when my Dad mentioned to my Mother that he wouldn’t mind having a Velvet Elvis in the living room. To which my Mom responded through clenched teeth, “I will divorce you if you ever mention that again.” My Mother was kidding, BTW.
Here’s some of my favorite Velvet Elvis art pieces I found on Al Gore’s internet.
Somebody really botched the face on this one –
For you science deniers who also happen to be Elvis fans –
Two kings! Great poker hand –
MUST HAVE!!!
Elvis and Gladys pieta on black velvet –
