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Not Impressed

Two homeless guys in Allston, MA fighting in the middle of a busy intersection, (with a trolley in the middle of the intersection, as well) fighting each other like monkeys. One was wearing a dress and the other was carrying a handle of vodka. They beat the ever living shit out of each other while cars and the trolley just waited until one of the homeless guys TKO-ed the other.


Secks

A clown pumping gas.

Just didn't seem right.


African American Parasol

Checking out at Petsmart, a chaperone had taken a group of mentally disabled people out to the store. One of them was in front of us in line, a stout bald black man wearing a green shirt tucked into pyjama pants with some sports emblem on them. Mounted on his arm was a ventriloquist's dummy in a suit and bow tie. He spoke and conducted the entire transaction through the dummy. He wasn't even good at it, but it was hilarious.


grammagoulis

I have seen a man riding a bicycle through the streets of Osaka with a cat perched on his head.


Evil Dick

I saw a man in a wheelchair ride an escalator.

Once, in Vegas, I saw a guy dressed in an Elvis costume renting Mini Coopers on the Strip. A guy dressed as Elvis in Vegas? The hell you say! What made him particularly memorable was he was extremely fat, and he had what appeared to be a VERY large dildo shoved down his pants. Seriously, the thing went halfway down his leg, and due to the tightness of his jumpsuit, you could see every veiny detail.

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