We’re all familiar with media depictions of someone — often an anthropomorphized animal, such as a coyote — having an anvil dropped on him. Yet how many of us have any real experience of having an anvil dropped on us, or contrariwise of being the one to drop an anvil on a fellow mammal?
Isn’t this really the problem with our modern world, that we are so detached from the reality of concrete things such as anvils?
This is why I think Anvil Club is such a great idea. I’m picturing a dingy basement room somewhere filled with anvils of all shapes and sizes. Once a week, we will gather there and take turns dropping anvils on each other. During the rest of the week, we will not speak of it, but you will be able to spot another Anvil Clubber from the way he walks — striding confidently, head held high, or at least as high as the inevitable back injuries will allow. We will be suffused with the inner glow that comes from having a heavy metallic object dropped on you, or from dropping such an object on another, and people will respond to this without knowing why. We will become more popular and successful than ever before.
You know I’m right, don’t you? Now who’s with me?
oh, it is on.
-Cecil
(the first rule of anvil club, by the way, is “go buy an anvil”)
I have just left ipswich hospital with 2 broken fingers , having dropped a huge anvil on them , I do not recommend this anvil or indeed this habit , thanks tony
yes, i have sent an anvil to someone who was so blotto and left me for 3 days on my own with no texts, sms, email nor mobile calls. I had no idea what she was up to. I thot she was kidnapped, left to die on a cliff or jump off the cliff. I managed to track her down at a birthday party. Jesus, it was a great challenge. Her mobile was left in another place and she was having a wild time there.
An anvil is what i would have landed on her big forehead. There i had said it.
I have never had an anvil dropped on me, if I did, and I lived thru it, I would find the motherfucker who dropped it, and systematically smash each of their fingers one by one with a twenty lb sledgehammer, then break their skull with a louiville and shit in their brain matter.
Ow. Slayer mosh pit last night!
Appreciate the inherent irony of anvil dropping, relative to mass detachment, don’t recommend actually doing it, if you want some pain, go find a circle pit or a wall of death.
Try seeing Hatebreed, or Lamb Of fucking God, or Cannibal fucking Corpse, If you piss off the biggest motherfucker in the pit, I gaurantee you will have a nice dose of pain, without necessitating the dropping of any anvils.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0AGUywHntw
I’m in. I’ll bring the cups.