I once had a brief stint as a taxi driver in New York and actually had the honor of picking up Vinny. I drove him to some apartment, and when we got there he pointed out a room in particular, and I could plainly see in the window a (woman?) in a fursuit. He tells me that it's one of his moderators, and that "a nigger lives there". But here's the weird part: He told me he was going to kill "her" with a .44 Magnum pistol.
I asked him if he had any Vinesauce kazoos on him before he got out of the cab but he didn't have any