Cougar got a commission done by Jessup Columbia/Vulgaris (who I think prolly thinks I'm kind of a creepo) and for some reason it's of me and not him. It's of the time in AC 2006 that he and I went to the john in the convention center after something or the other (I guess it was the masquerade perhaps) and while we were doing our business, we heard these loud prurient moans coming from the stalls, as if someone were getting their knob slobbed or soforth.

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: