They say desperate times call for desperate measures. During the dawn of the Great Depression, Republicans promised Americans "a chicken in every pot." Today, however, it seems more like there'll be a pot on every head. That is, if "Potsy," the Anonymous Street Performer known for traipsing up and down Third Street with an array of pots and pans on his head, has anything to say about it. I spotted the eccentric entertainer this afternoon with a collection of cookware on his cranium, including a whistling teakettle which balanced precariously from a perch between his teeth. Reviews of his performance were decidedly mixed. Serious critics panned him. But I say, "Let's cut the guy some slack." Afterall, he's obviously just a pot-head ...!
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Careful, he has a yellow belt, he could skillet you.
I guess that is better then the usual way of begging.
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