I hate magicians. Sure at times I can give props to real professional magicians but I just want to beat the crap out of street magicians because they are feces in the ‘porta potty’ whose smell just lingers and pisses you off. Okay okay, here’s the scenario…
Last weekend my entourage and I were getting all crazy at a club in downtown San Diego. We danced, we talked, we got tipsy and closed the club. We were outside trying to get a cab to go back to my place for some after hours partying but then BAM out of nowhere this f’n magician starts harassing my ladies. He’s doing the card tricks, he’s doing the 5 year old quarter disappear trick, but the thing that pissed me off most is he was not dressed to impress. He’s wearing a worn out surfing shirt, ragity old wal-mart blue jeans, and he had messy hair. He’s maybe one step above homeless bum. What the hell is he doing out at 2am anyway? Trying to get some? Oh pleeeeeeease.
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