eXtreme Elvis returned to Las Vegas and received a warm reception from the appreciative, yet deservedly skittish Double Down crowd.

The show consisted of many of the same antics that Gobi and I had witnessed at Tommy Rocker's, except for some strange reason Elvis kept defiling Gobi's drinks; bolding stealing one right from his hand at the start of the set and later he fished the ice from the replacement beverage and rubbed it onto his nipples. Oh, and I think he had the set list written on his chest, but I didn't look that closely.

Proprietor Moss was very pleased, and I was impressed that extreme Elvis kept his clothes on for the duration of the first four songs and as far as I could tell he only urinated once, after telling someone if they didn't put out their cigarette he'd put it out for them.

You'll be happy to know that Stoney spends every morning disinfecting the entire bar with a Clorox solution, but the poor horsey will probably never be the same.