“My Rolex… “I can’t believe my mom invited my cousins to my birthday party. They clapped. We all know how much you like it in the bum, but are you technically a virgin?”
I was, but I had to think whether that was the right answer. That’s so lame. Wait, don’t tell me. If he died of a heart attack on his way to the makeshift stage, it would still have been the best day of his life. “Wow, you’re easy on the eyes. And a fucking magician? I don’t even own anything close to that length. It’s been like this ever since. He could have easily been pulling the handkerchiefs from his palm, which is what the audience probably believed. I don’t even own anything close to that length. “Tell you what, let’s just… What were you doing with a bunch of pervy clowns?”
I didn’t know where his joke was going so I just kind of winced through my painted smile and let him embarrass himself.
