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  1. She snatches the key right off my very swole chest, snapping the chain I JUST bought. She says "you big stupid" probably to herself not me?

  2. I reveal the puke key between my nips and give it the Vanna White. Her eyes widen and I say "just breathe." Women love to say/hear that.

  3. Did I mention I'm sporting my Tommy Bahama Sal de Mar Camp Shirt? Color: Menthol? Four days running. Like wearing a spicy tropical breeze.

  4. I gesture magically, raise an eyebrow or two (I can never tell how many), then slowly begin unbuttoning my silk shirt.

  5. And I know it's probably the chemicals the government puts in our food but this country is producing some epic racks these days.

  6. Basically your classic Chili's Too dinner-drinker. Stiff hair. Tight mouth. Alluring bloat. Unfocused intensity. Like looking in a mirror.

  7. She sighs, releases her grip, sits down. I breathe in the deep fried air with audible ecstasy and get my first look at my assailant.

  8. I say if she unstabs my neck and sits down like a classy lady then I'll reveal the mind-shattering conclusion of my trick, free of charge.

  9. She says everyone had their phones out so I can probably see the shameful display for myself on YouTube, whatever that means.

  10. She says: No you were here and made my old timey key disappear and then ran out, shriek-singing "Night Moves." I ask if everyone cheered y/n

  11. I tell her I'm pretty sure I was at an old man bar last night, drinking to forget, Bob Seger ballad playing or maybe it just felt that way.

  12. P.S. Next time we're hanging out, ask to see the floating spoon trick but only if you're ready to question every belief you ever had.

  13. Also I don't remember being here last night but if I was doing magic tricks then I was definitely in Berserker Mode.

  14. She claims I was here last night doing quote "gay ass" magic tricks and made her key disappear. First off: hate speech, I think.

  15. I gasp and tell her I don't have her key because evidently the last thing I want to do in this life is lie for no reason? I'm so random!

  16. I can't really breathe anymore. My dying brain is all: You were never my favorite. I'm like: Feeling's mutual, pal. We share a warm laugh.

  17. She angrily tightens her grip, definitely a classic wrestling hold, maybe the Mexican Vein or some variant on the Crotchwatcher?

  18. I say OK you convinced me, I don’t want any of that stabbed in my body, how can I make that not happen. She says GIVE ME MY GOD DAMN KEY

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