Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Tag: luxor hotel

You’ve Yet To Have Your Finest Hour

elvis-kim-jong-un-party-hats

Oh, goddammit.

“ONCE AGAIN, AH HAVE SNATCHED FUN FROM THE JAWS OF A KIDNAPPIN’!”

“This my guy. Right here? Is my guy.”

Why do parties keep breaking out during hostage situations?

“WHY DO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS KEEP HAPPENIN’ DURING PARTIES? THAT KATANA DONE CUTS BOTH WAYS.”

It doesn’t.

” A KATANA IS AN CHINESE SWORD FOR DOIN’ KARATE WITH.”

It’s not.

“He right. It not.”

Don’t help, you. Elvis? Where’s the nuke?

“FINE.”

“Is cool.”

Oh, God.

“NO WORRIES ‘BOUT NOTHIN’.”

“Is all good in hood.”

Did Doctor Gary–

“DOCTOR GARY DONE STOLE THE NUKE.”

–steal the…FUCK! How!?

“IT’S A PARTY, MAN. STUFF GOES MISSIN’!”

Records! Silverware! Knick-knacks! Not fission devices!

“Had party once. Picture go missing. Had guests strip-searched, found picture. Execute. Make party continue, make guests dance.  Later execute thief family.”

“THASS A FUCKED-UP STORY, UNAGI.”

Don’t give him a nickname. Where is Doctor Gary and the nuke, Elvis?

“AH DUNNO.”

“Got me.”

“NOT FAR, THOUGH.”

Excuse me if “not far” doesn’t make me feel better right now. Just to make clear: the nuclear weapon Kim Jong-Un brought with him to the King Tut suite of the Luxor hotel is now in the possession of a treasonous Nobel Laureate wanted in several states for bigamy? And–AND–we do not know where said possession is taking place?

“SOUNDS ‘BOUT RIGHT!”

“Good exposition.”

You’re both idiots. Wait there.

Katy?

screen-shot-2016-09-28-at-1-23-56-am

Oh, you look just as insane as those two.

“Casino ownership is not for everyone.”

Oh, no. No. You promised you wouldn’t–

“I’ve started peeing in jars.”

–start peeing in jars. Dammit, Katy: I don’t wanna do the Howard Hughes bit.

“The stress is not good. Just the signatures! Do you know how many things a casino owner has to sign every day?”

Many?

“More than that.”

Too many?

“That many, yes. I hired someone for a couple days to sign everything, but then I had to have all these long discussions with lawyers. One of them was cute.”

Katy, have you given up?

“Not on purpose, but I think I’m having a bit of a breakdown. No one’s helping me! I call John, and call, and he screws around in LA and goes to parties and leaves me here, and all this was his fault! And where’s the new one? In Europe, naked. I’m just guessing, but I’m probably right.”

Sounds right.

“Men. Men started this whole nonsense, and men made it worse, and then men refused to clean up their mess. Men, always men. I’m all alone, and I’m giving up.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Hello.”

“Katy Perry, I heard what you said and you’re right. Women have to stick together, and not expect some prince to come along and us. I’m coming to help you!”

“Who is this?”

lady-gaga-gd-magazine

“It is I, the Lady Gaga.”

“OMG! Love you!”

“No, you.”

“Gaga! I own the Luxor Hotel and Kim Jong-Un checked–”

“Stop! The Lady Gaga requires no exposition. I have been briefed.”

“Wow.”

“I am choosing outfits that I will pack into the Gagamobile, so I’m not leaving immediately, but I’m on my way.”

“Gaga, I’m in Vegas. Shouldn’t you fly?”

“I know a shortcut. For I am the Lady Gaga.”

Secret, Asian

elvis-kim-2

“ATTENTION, ER’RYBODY. AH AM ALIVE AND STILL VERY HANDSOME AN’ TALENTED. ALSO, AH HAVE DEFECTED TO NORTH KOREA–”

“Only Korea.”

“–VOLUNTAR’LY AN’ OF MAH OWN FREE WILL AN’ ALL THAT.”

Oh, thank God. You’re alive.

“Course I alive.”

Not you.

“AH HAVE PERSEVERED THROUGH MY BONDAGE, MUCH LIKE THE JEWS IN ANCIENT EGYPT.”

Wow, very thematic seeing as how you’re in the King Tut suite of the Luxor Hotel in Vegas, which Katy Perry owns.

“GOOD WORK, BOY. AH’M ELVIS GODDAMNED PRESLEY, AND THIS FISHHEAD SUMBITCH GOT A NUKE. WE AIN’T DOIN’ NO EXPOSITION.”

Sure. Speaking of that nuke: how’s it doing?

“BETTER.”

Better? That implies that it was worse at some point. What happened to the nuclear device?

“MAH ILLITERATE, DROOPY-BALLED, DEADBEAT FARTFUCKER OF A DADDY–”

Vernon.

“–MISTOOK THAT THERE DEVICE FOR SOME OTHER FORM O’ DEVICE. AH CANNOT ATTEST TO SPECIFICS, BUT THE CATEGORY WAS ‘THAT WHICH LOVE MAY BE SHARED WITH.'”

Holy shit.

“Hillbilly daddy fuck nuke. My daddy invent nuke. My daddy better.”

Holy shit.

“HEY MAN. ISS A PARTY.”

No, it isn’t! You’ve been kidnapped!

“SAME THING, MAN.”

Any chance you two can not set off the fission device for five minutes?

“THERE’S A CHANCE OF A LOTTA STUFF HAPPENIN’.”

“Nuke probably no go off. ‘No go off’ is smart money.”

Kim Jong-Un, may I speak to the King alone for just one moment?

“Absolutely no.”

“FATTY, YOU TELL THE KING WHAT HE CAN AND CANNOT DO ONE MORE TIME AN’ AH’LL SHOOT YOU WITH KARATE! AH WILL SPEAK WITH WHOM I AM PLEASING TO SPEAK UNTO WITH.”

“WHATCHU WANT, BOY?

King, can we talk just between you and me?

elvis-sideeye-press-conference

“GO ON.”

What’s happening here?

“AH ALLOWED MAHSELF TO BE CAPTURED AND KIDNAPPED AND FORCIBLY DEFECTED, OF COURSE.”

Of course.

“AH WAS UNDERCOVER! AH HAD A BADGE FOR IT AN’ EVERYTHING!”

Shouldn’t an undercover agent not have a badge? Y’know what: forget I asked. Let’s move past it.

“AH INFILTRATED THE KING TUT SUITE WHERE THE DEVICE WAS LOCATED AN’ WAS ABOUT TO TAKE POSSESSION OF IT!”

Lemme guess what happened.

“WHEN MY WEBBED-TOED, CHICKEN-STEALING, SYPHILITIC BATHTUB RING OF A BUMPKIN DADDY–”

Vernon.

“–MADE HIS LOVE, HE DONE PUT A CRIMP IN MAH PLANS.”

Why?

“THEY DONE MOVED THE BOMB TO ANOTHER ROOM.”

And that’s defeating you?

“AH LOOKED IN TWO PLACES, BUT IT WAS NOT THERE, AND I BECAME DISTRACTED BY MY ILLNESSES, WHICH NEEDED MEDICATING.”

Great.

“TH’ TASK HAS BEEN ASSIGNED TO THE MEMPHIS MAFIA, THO AH WOULD EXPECT VERY LITTLE.”

Why?

“THEM BOYS IS DUMB AS A BOXFUL O’ DICKS.”

Great.