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 First off, the clown was the one on a unicycle. I was actually sitting at a bar in Sydney Australia. I was also sitting there with my husband and Stan the Sock Monkey.

While we sat there, taking pictures of our monkey on the bar and enjoying a beer, I got up and left the bar.....

My husband's view was me leaving the bar and saying, "There is a clown on a unicycle".

A few moments later, I flew back in, grabbed the monkey and stated I would be right back .

The bartender just looked at my husband in question, but my husband was not fazed and just shrugged, "That is kinda normal for her."

I had made a deal with the anti-fracking clown.

I ran after him, when I saw him pass the bar window. I had met up just a short way, as he was sitting down to take a rest. Which I can understand that riding a unicycle while spreading the word about fracking can be exhausting.
Stan the Drunk Sock Monkey

I lucky am I that I did not have to chase him very far?
I asked him if would mind taking a picture with my sock monkey. He said sure but....

There was a catch, he posed with a sock monkey owned by some crazy non Australian lady that just ran out of a bar, and I listened to his spiel about fracking. (click here if you have no clue what heck fracking is).

He gave me some information and he posed with the monkey.

I walked back to the bar with my monkey and my phone, sat back down and finished my beer.

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