This is why I love this neighborhood: On a totally average Monday night you can stumble out of a bar (after a few rounds of ginger beer, some peanuts, some gin rummy and some Shellac Shack) to find astounding acrobatic feats taking place on the sidewalk outside.
This guy does a helluva backflip. Just look at the wind-up.
Sexpigeon?
I don’t think Tag’s doing a backflip as much as that foot-slappy dance that Russian people do in movies.
First thought: Mission Poo Hands.