I did this.
We had Pastor John at UT. I can’t find a picture of him online. He was somewhat short, about five six or so, with the typical short German-stock Texan stature: stocky, blond, with a face that goes beet red in weather above freezing. He had the Dick, Jane, and Sally stories (if you have not seen them, check this out). We knew them by heart before long. He had a whole audience before much time passed. We called ourselves the Hellbound Hecklers and had a fairly indecent amount of fun. There was the Satanist kid who came out wearing a purple velvet dress, there was Ezra who would dress like Jesus and advise John that what he REALLY wanted was more potsmoking and orgiastic sex… oh, we had a fine time.
One day, I was walking along to sit in the audience and Pastor John pointed me out: “You’re goin’ to HELL, young missie!”
“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.
It took him aback a little, but he had an answer ready. Noting my bluejeans, he answered: “You are wearing trousers, the clothes of a man!”
I plopped myself next to my very pretty bisexual buddy and said “Well… in for a penny, in for a pound.” We proceeded to make out, to much applause.
Only now do I realize my reaction should have been to scream, tear off my blue jeans, throw them at Pastor John, and run away. 
It always made me angry to see him: he drove people away from Christianity, not toward it. I understand that he and his are actually out to be castigated, believing that the more people abuse them the more God loves them. That’s not a God I want any part of. Luckily, I’m pretty sure that creepy dude doesn’t exist.
ETA: holy cats, I found him. Here’s a picture of us! http://www.gospeljohn.com/tx_ut.htm