This may be a prank, a Jackass-ready bit of public performance with Spike Jonze or some other relative youngster dressed up in old-age makeup trying to make everyone around uncomfortable with such youthful limber moves. But what if it’s not? What if this really is some old coot with incredible hips that never age, a kind of eternal, perpetual hip movement machine engineered by scientists with a little help from Nordic gods? What THEN!? What, indeed. We don’t have an answer for that, either.

And we’re willing to bed he never goes home alone, if you know what we mean, and we think that you do (know what we mean).

We were not aware of Festival Guy until a reader named Knile tipped us off to him, but now we can’t get him out of our mind. He’s the pride of Rochester, but also of our hearts. Does this guy have moves or what? If we could get away with this, we’d grow out a white beard, take off our shirts and do that shit RIGHT NOW. Yes, in the cold. RIGHT NOW.