Oh. That was Spike Milligan. And he was referring to an actual town, not a nickname for New York City.
HERE we are...
To the amusement of many this morning, the big news from the Big Apple was some chorus boy-wanna be with shaved pubes dancing around the TKTS booth for 45 minutes, ranting mostly about his mother, his love of choreographers, and (just to be timely) Donald Trump. As in: "Donald Trump Where Are You?" Answer: as far from a disgusting psycho-faggot like you as possible. (That's The Donald talking, not me.)
I suppose those who want to look for 'em, can find the uncensored pix on some heartless news websites like The Faggotr, the Homosexualr, Today's M'ron who Doesn't Believe on the K'ron, etc. etc.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, I was glad that after they set up the Bouncy Castle for this fruitcake, he jumped and missed it.
The Fuckhead obviously is in athletic shape, was not THAT far off the ground, and survived with probably only a few scrapes.
If you watch the various videos on Twatter and Farcebook, this fag is an attention-seeking brat, a real nuisance, jumping up and down, proclaiming to the cops and the world, strutting back and forth, and putting on a real Broadway show.
It's sad that this guy went bonkers so early in the morning, throwing his hissy fit, but I don't think he'd advance to the next round of "America's Got Crazies."
Heidi? "He's got a great body! Woof! But it's a NO from me..."
Simon? "Here's the thing, you, whatever your name is. I'm not convinced you're really crazy, and what could you possibly do in the next round? Jump from a greater height? The higher you go, the less we'll see of your genitalia, so what's the point? There are better acrobats, you didn't do a spin or a somersault on the way down, and you don't sing. SORRY!"
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