We (I think it was us both, maybe it was just me there) turned around, expecting simply to see two pairs of shoes in the stall (as I have seen many a time at AC, much to my chagrin), but instead seeing nothing but a pair of CLOWN SHOES sticking out of the bottom of the stall, clearly attached to whoever was doing all the moaning.
It was disturbing, to say the least, and I washed my hands and got the fuck out of there before Bozo got the ping-pong ball into bucket #5 and confetti and balloon animals started squeaking over the top. In the pic I seem to be coming down off of rather Belushi-esque speedball but I assure you, it was no hallucination. I was indeed in the presence of the mysterious furry exhibitionist clown-porn marauder:
