Harvey Keitel Spews Anson Williams from Nipples

[drexel dave]

perhaps one of the greatest pop-culture dream sequences ever written - one among many from the anonymous Chicago-area shoe salesman for obese women's feet we know only as:

A Candy-Colored Clown They Call the Sandman

I awoke this morning hanging upside-down, suspended precariously from my ankles by a mass of stretching tendons attached to the severed legs of a completely naked, howling, Harvey Keitel, whose hands were bolted to my ceiling. managed to wriggle one leg free, whereupon I swung myself upward just in time to see a geyser of grayish, molasses-like sludge burst forth from both of his nipples, nearly drowning me in the process. I fell backward with enough force to rip my ankle free from the entangling cartilage, and I hit the floor with a thud. The cement-like spewage continued to rain down and form a large, lumpy puddle just beside my bed. Suddenly, the mass molded itself upward, began to colorize, and gelled into a sweater-clad Anson Williams from 'Happy Days'. Thin, bony claws then erupted from both of his ears, and began to tear his eyes out.

"I am not a Potsy, I am a free man!" he declared.

The rest is here: http://phatcitynews.blogspot.com/2008/07/harvey-keitel-spews-anson-williams-from.html

Take care all.