Joke on a Cliff & Porcelain Squirming

My brother and I exit a garage on fancy road bicycles. We see identical twin blonde ladies take off in identical sports cars. The cars are painted in the gawdy style of energy drinks, yellow and blue zigzagging lines. They each have a bed of sorts attached to the back with 2 mini-swimming pools inside. We laugh and ride away.
Down the street, a butch's bright blue Evil Kneivel styled motorcycle has broken down in a smokey mess. We stop to help her, but attention is diverted when she points to the enormous canyon 'over there'.

'Over there' is a music festival that has located its main stage at the very edge of the canyon's cliff. There's an oldtime band playing. Some of the members include the requisite bearded guitar player, an Asian fiddle prodigy or three, a cool cat rockabilly with a gleaming white upright bass, and a Tibetan monk playing the ukelele and tambourine.
An unplayed banjo catches fire and slowly tips itself off the cliff, followed by each member of the band.
We laugh some more, and ride off.


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In my apartment, but within an imaginary apartment building.

Men have broken into my aparment while I'm asleep. I'm too tired to deal with them, so I take my blankets and curl up on the smoothed marble stairs that lead to my landlord's flat. I'll alert him later.
His friends file past, up and down the stairs, and invite me to brunch. Once again, I'm too sleepy to move, so I just drift off while they go about their business.

When I finally rise, I enter his apartment. He's not there, but his darling roommates are. They are a hip boy-girl couple and I like them immediately. We talk about art (Early Christian, Symbolist, Modern) and pets (kittens, iguanas, boys). The girl says she wanted a dog, but the landlord won't allow it.

'So I got this', and she puts something in my hand that feels both cold, dish-like, and alive. I open my hands. The pet is a human figurine made of blue-glazed porcelain. Like the figurines you used to get in the 100-packs of Red Rose tea bags. He's hard on one side, more gummy on the other. The posture is a yogic contortion. One leg is completely behind the shoulder and head, while the other is stretched out. It's the latter leg that can wiggle. He makes a kind of high pitched giggle/coo.
'How very charming!' I say, 'Where did you get him?'
She's not telling.