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You guys know Bobby Lee, right? That dude is like a human tornado. I was hanging out with him the other day, and he goes, "You wanna see my secret talent?" Now, I'm thinking, "Is he gonna pull a rabbit out of a hat or something?" No. This guy contorts his body into shapes I didn't even know existed. I swear, I thought he was auditioning for a role in a pretzel commercial. He bends, twists, and contorts like he's made of rubber. I'm just sitting there wondering if I should call an exorcist or a yoga instructor. But hey, if there's ever a national hide-and-seek championship, I'm picking Bobby Lee as my teammate. Nobody's finding that guy!
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So Bobby Lee calls an Uber, right? The car pulls up, and the driver is this sweet old grandma. I'm thinking, "Aw, this is gonna be a cozy ride." But no, Bobby gets in and immediately starts telling her his wildest stories. Grandma's eyes are wider than my student loans. She's hearing about Bobby's misadventures, probably questioning every life choice that led her to become an Uber driver. At one point, he goes, "Hey, grandma, ever been to Tijuana?" She just mumbles something about knitting and tries to focus on the road. I'm in the backseat, regretting not bringing a helmet. You haven't lived until you've been in an Uber driven by a grandma while Bobby Lee spills his guts.
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Bobby Lee gave me a gift the other day. It's a box, and he says, "Don't open it until you really need it." Now, I'm curious, right? Is it a magical amulet? A time-travel device? No. It's a box of emergency snacks. Like, really Bobby? I was expecting the key to the universe, and I got a granola bar. But here's the kicker. I did open it one day when I was starving, and you know what was inside? Half-eaten gummy bears and a note that said, "Sorry, got hungry on the way to your place." Thanks, Bobby. Next time, just hand me an empty box and save us both the disappointment.
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Bobby Lee decided he's the next big chef. He invites me over for dinner, and I'm thinking, "This could be interesting." We get into the kitchen, and suddenly, it's like a scene from a disaster movie. Ingredients are flying, pots are boiling over, and Bobby's wearing a chef hat like he's auditioning for a cooking show in an alternate universe. He's explaining his recipe like it's some ancient family secret. "First, you take a can of beans, then you add ketchup and hot sauce." I'm just nodding along, trying not to make eye contact with the monstrosity he's creating. We sit down to eat, and let me tell you, it's an experience. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the days when my mom used to force-feed me broccoli.
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