I'm a freak magnet when I leave the house, but rarely are the freaks I attract as entertaining as this guy. Dressed in a lovely periwinkle leotard with a straggly blond wig on his head, this street gymnast slaps some chalk on his hands and does his thang on public transit, in the town square, and down stair railings. (You might want to keep your feet to yourself, though, buddy.)