Re: Transcript: Minutes From 2008 Elvis Convention
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why am i not surprised you come here... i guess it's because mariah just
isn't keeping you interested.
i discovered that inevitability.
elvis is more complex and interesting of a icon than mariah....
in all aspects.
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Transcript: Minutes from 2008 Elvis Convention
Elvis conventions aren't for everyone, as these minutes from last
years Elvis-gate will attest to. Please remember this before attending
an Elvis-gate this year. There ain't nothin' warm and fuzzy about the
Rock and Roll fans or their parties. All of that being said, this
mutha was some sick skin fest. Some partying is more intense than
others, but there really is something for most every fucker in the
search of knock-down, drag-out sex. The first few minutes of the 2008
Elvis-gate - subtitled "Oh, Daddy!" - was a little bumpy here and
there, but when it's on, it's onnnnnn. "Daddy" (Elvis) begins the
festivities with some hair pullin', neck chokin', and tit slappin'.
"Fuck that's too hard," Peggy Lipton spits out. Just wait. Lipton
takes a deep preparatory breath before licking his ass pucker, and is
met with a, "Put that white tongue in my fuckin' Hound dog asshole."
Lipton’s practiced "ows" turn into real ones during an ultra-vigorous-
rip-up-the-innards missionary anal. "So... You Want To Be A Porn Star"
is next on the menu, with the doe-eyed Cassandra Peterson (Elvira)
enduring a spiky interview with director Colonel Tom Parker before
getting put through the paces by top-o-the-afternoon-to-ya Byron
Raphael. "You know what we're shooting today," Tom Parker asks. "You
know it's severe?" Pause. Elvira yields a tentative smile and nod.
Goodnight, Irene. Byron yanks her around by the ponytail, telling her
that his name for the day is "Piece-Of-Shit Whore." A cameraman hawks
a loogie on her face, in between b.j. sucks Raphael makes Elvira say,
"Proud of me, Mom?"
Next the Cybill Shepherd gets a mighty serious-looking dildo up the
asshole, and a load of jizz in her mouth; which she has to let sit
before getting permission to swallow. "Everyone's gonna hate me now,"
The Cybill spouts as the scene fades to black. Hmmmm.... Cut to "Shut
Her Up!"; the submissive Cybill - with panties 'round the knees -
whacks off in the loo. After her loins explode with much quivering,
Elvis Preseley storms in with a cloud of distressed incredulity. The
punishment for his transgression begins with Cybill’s face being
thrust into a urinal while he withstands a spanking. In crawl Ann
Margret and Lori Williams, who are ordered to sit silently in the
corner and witness. Next Cybill’s howls, moans, and peeps are finally
quieted with a wad of toilet paper (only after it's been used to wipe
some bottoms). Byron gives hier a neck throttle during a b.j. which
sparks some coughing from Tom Parker - "I want you to choke like that
on my cock," The Colonel grunts. When some tears sprout out, Parker
responds by bringing over one of the corner slaves to lick them up.
Sum Beotch dot Cum spits out the cum that the Colonel so ably shoots
into its mouth, and is ordered to suck every last drop up from the
floor, its knee and its chin and swallow. Waste not, want not. Scene
three has Byron Raphael topping two slaves. The conceit is that Elvis
is the Colonel’s '’girlfriend,’ and nasty slut Lisa Marie Preseley has
been sniffing around the goods. The Colonel gives girlfriend
permission to wail a bit on the bad girl's behind. After some
walloping licks and a forced licking, The Lisa Marie gets a little
ahead of herself by barking "What are you laughing at?" to the off-
screen Cybill. Boy, is she in for it. The poor girl can't stop
laughing; this is worse than breaking up in church. The Colonel smacks
the smile outta her each time, 'til she's red and reduced.
The last jaunt into hardcore heat - "Good Doggies Don't Drink From The
Toilet Bowl!" - is a two-tops-are-better-than-one, feel-good kind of
scene. The lusciously collared Judy Spreckels (the name on her bitch
dish is "Shit-hole") is hit and choked, slapped and pulled. She
basically gets the hell beaten out of her. The welts and broken blood
vessels on his ass are something to behold.
*Note* No animals were hurt in the making of this Elvis-gate. Except
for the animal Sum Beotch dot cum.
The look of this Elvis-gate is the norm for a Rock and Rolll
gathering. It is for those looking for a dark, Graceland evening; it's
not for everyone. Possible participants of future Elvis-gates should
be Skeptical about attending one.