Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!

I don't know if it's the eyepatch, the fact I think he may be drunk, or the parrot, but I'm not sure I want to buy beer from this guy. I don't care how thirsty or sober I am, the guy terrifies me. And I just know he talks to that parrot like it's people.

Seriously, this guy probably just walks around the streets of Philadelphia having conversations with the parrot, who I'm guessing is named Mr. Crackers, about how they're going to take over the world. Then Mr. Crackers tells him to burn things, and the vendor does it, because if he's stupid enough to walk around with the thing taped to his head he's stupid enough to listen to it.

See the video at FanHouse