Yesterday, we related the tale originally brought to the world by Bitchcakes Commutes, of the G Train (used) condoms and loss of virginity graffiti. Today, we bring something less gross. A G Train clown, courtesy of a GL Correspondent who found the dude doing his thing on the Crosstown Local yesterday afternoon. If there is anyone we can think of in need of comic relief from clowns it’s people that have to depend on the G to go from Point A to Point B. Our trusted correspondent, who’s always sniffing out good stories for us, reports: “Made a sock turn into a red bra. Also, balloon tricks and whistling. Got way more dough from straphangers than the usual train entertainment crews like mariachi bands.” Mariachis of the subway world take note: people dig clowns. Also, you dudes, who come on the train and scream, I”m sorry to disturb your day, but my name is X and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for (fill in the blank)….” It might work better if you did clown tricks. Especially on the G, friends, where people are kind of cranky, anyway, because they might have waited 20 minutes for the train.