MythTickle by Justin Thompson for August 31, 2018

LOL! Good one, Justin!

A pint of the Johnny Jump up does a man good !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u56R_qHTLVI

I like your version better, Thor!

Poor Thor — he tries so hard. I think maybe he tries just a little TOO hard!

When you think about it…parenthesis/parentheses, basis/bases…so wouldn’t elves be the plural of elvis?

“Elvis” used to be a plural form of “Elf.” Was it one Elvis or many who made the shoes?

OUT-STANDING (and, they are mild). Is Funny, Yes? Yes! IS funny.

My inner pedant forces me to point out the hit version of “Blue Suede Shoes” that we all know was recorded by Carl Perkins.

Unlike here were such missteps should be ignored, for a paper like that elves vs Elvis can be fatal to a good grade.

I always did wonder where Elvis got those Blue Suede Shoes.

I can’t recall ever seeing a pair for sale.

Red ones, Yellow ones, All the shades of Brown, even Black. But, no Blue.

Hey, blame Justin, Thor. He was the sneaky punster behind all those little Elvises….

I think I just woke my wife from laughing so hard and loud. Thanks, Justin!

He’d have gotten away with it if he hadn’t done the Voice.

The Return of the King, Uh-Huh

Words and Music: © 1989 by Tom Smith

Elvis instead of Elvish? Why the heck not?

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Well, the world’s in a great commotion,

From the Misty Mountains back to the Shire,

The Hobbits are sneakin’ the One Ring

From the frying pan into the Fire.

“From somewhere we gotta get a hero” —

That’s what the bards all sing,

But they never expected the rockin’ and rollin’ I bring —

It’s the return of the King.

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I got a suit of studded black leather,

And my hair stays in place, of course,

I got a re-forged steel electric guitar

And a three-hundred-horsepower horse.

No matter what I ask my Rangers,

They’ll do almost anything,

And the ladies are waitin’ for the chance to dance and sing —

At the return of the King.

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Well, everyone said that I was dead,

Or maybe Ara-Goin’ off to hide,

But I just kicked back to get on track,

And wait till I hit my my Stride.

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I got my Rangers hoppin’

Down the misty murky Moria Line,

And there ain’t gonna be no stoppin’

Till the Pellenore Fields are mine,

We’ll hold off the trolls and goblins,

And all of the rocks they fling,

Until Sam and Frodo set Gollum’s bells to Ring —

And make me the King.

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Now, I’m supposed to marry Arwen, the Fairie

Queen of the Saturday Nights,

But until then, give me Eowyn

And I’ll blow out her Northern Lights.

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We’ll have a celebration,

And I’ll take a couple years to rest,

Then I’ll stick around and keep an eye on things

When everybody else heads West,

But I’ll be here if you need me,

Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring,

And everyone in Middle-Earth’ll really rock and swing —

At the Return of the King.

At the Return of the King.

At the Return of the King.

— That’s why they call me the King.