Clay Street has a funny side, not that people being addicted to drugs and spiraling out of control in life is funny, but sometimes people do a little too much and they do some very funny things. Last night was just such a case.
Around 1030pm, I was laying in bed with the laptop checking up on the world when I started to hear a loud yelling, moaning, howling, combination. It didn't sound distressful, instead it sounded almost like when a dog is whining to come back into the house. However, it is the humane thing to do to explore and be sure no help was needed. The last thing you want is a situation that there is someone in need and everyone ignores their pleas and they suffer outside your doorstep.
So, I slid over to the window and took a look. At first, I didn't see anything. Then all of the sudden this large blondish, brownish haired "Pat" came prancing into view. If you have ever watched Saturday Night Live they have a skit in which there is a person who, named Pat, you can't quite tell if they are male or female. So, there was a Clay Street version of "Pat" popping up and down waving his or her arms in the air, flapping them around, dancing wildly, stumbling a few times, and attempting to sing. That whining dog noise was actually Pat taking a very passionate shot at Rihanna's "Umbrella". At least that's what I think I was hearing, "MMYYYY AAAAAUUUUMMMBBBBRELLLAA", howled Pat. He or she slid inbetween cars, up and down the sidewalk, all along moving very awkwardly until Annapolis finest showed up to escort Pat off of his or her stage.
Just another night on Clay Street.
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4 comments:
cool beans!!
the amazing pat the crackhead show!
precious!
I only wish my video camera was working this would have been a great addition. You had to have seen it to really appreciate how funny it was, I mean he/she was really on some American Idol tryout with the effort being put out.
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