Did I tell you a couple of months ago I saw a clown–I mean an actual clown, with wig, makeup, shoes and all–on 7th Avenue screaming “Somebody take mah *pitcha *or I’m gonna piss mah pants!”
He was back in front of Penn Station today, shouting, “Y’all better take mah fuckin’ *pitcha *or I’m gonna bone yo’ camera!”
I love New York–every time I think I am going to leave, I see something like that and go, “oh, right, I *have *to stick around and see what happens next.”
See, my first reaction on seeing that would be “Oh man, I gotta take a picture of this.” So now Crazy the Clown is happy, and I’m happy. 
I spent a week in NYC 6 years ago. I didn’t see anything as interesting as Crazy when I was there. There was an anti-Bush protest, and one of the protesters gave me a little army figurine. That was pretty cool. Oh, and we didn’t get to take a proper picture of the Statue of Liberty because it was foggy, so we took pictures of ourselves standing in front of a storefront containing a 6-foot tall replica. And we had to walk through a bad part of town late at night in fancy clothes and heels, because the nightclub we had scoped out online had closed down. But nothing bad happened!
A little song, a little dance, a little piss down your pants.
Never saw Crazy the Clown but I have seen the Naked Cowboy.
Never mind, I thought this thread was about me.
Wait, if he was naked, how did you know he was a cowboy?
He was wearing a cowboy hat.
He also makes it really clear that he is The Naked Cowboy.
I can’t imagine needing attention this badly.
I kinda miss the “Jugs Lady” of Penn Station, of 20-odd years ago. I was commuting then, and this homeless lady was a fixture at any time of day. She had the largest breasts I’ve ever seen, like watermelon, and was not shy about showing them off. The only top she wore was a very inadequate t-shirt, and she’d go up to random strangers, pull the t-shirt up, shove her breasts in the person’s face, and bellow “How’d’ya like these jugs!?!?!”
Yeah, I miss New York.
You left out the part about him announcing he is running for President as the Tea Party candidate.
Sorry, but this reminded me of the old movie “Midnight Cowboy”-when Joe Buck arrives in NYC, he is amazed to see people stepping over a guy, whoese passed out on the sidewalk.
I love NY!
I thought this was going to be about Obnoxio. I miss Obnoxio.
Did you ask Crazy if he knew about Bozo?
I’ve never seen Crazy the Clown but there is a guy near my office that I have officially dubbed The Muppet Pimp. Every day he wears some crazy pimp outfit that is incredibly fuzzy and brightly colored, almost like he killed several muppets and used their corpses to make his outfit. New York is awesome. 
Despite the fact she was probably carbonated with disease, that was your opportunity to “motorboat” her, proclaim, they’re indeed “juggy” and nonchalantly go about your day.
And you totally missed it.
When I lived in NYC, there was a chain of coffee places called “Chock Full O’Nuts”, and I always thought that was the NYC tourist slogan.
One of my favorites was Roller Rina, a drag queen in Greenwich Village who wore a princess costume including a tiara, and would roller skate up and down Christopher Street and touch you with her magic wand and wish you good things.
To say NYC has a few colorful characters is like saying Hawaii has a couple of palm trees. They are everywhere…sigh, I miss NYC.
Yes–what was so great is that no one was paying Crazy the Clown the *slightest bit *of attention (which, of course, only made him crazier).
“Chock Full o’ Nuts is that heavenly coffee–Better coffee a millionaire’s money can’t buy!”
Amazingly enough, both Paige Morton Black–the Chock Full o’ Nuts songstress–and Rollerina are still alive!
Exactly, he might just have been happy to see you!
Huh. I wonder if that guy is my sister’s ex.
