I'd go to New York in 1820's, -30's and -40's, to watch a known convict and "prophet" - Joseph Smith weasel his way into the pants of his followers' and friends' wives. That and the "reading golden tablets from a hat" thing could be funny for a bit... Before it becomes really, really sad...
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." - George Bernard Shaw