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Last night, Amy’s coworkers hosted a 30th birthday party for her. She and I were driven to a rather bland and windowless banquet room in a restaurant that neither of us had ever been to. It was kinda weird, but the food was decent, and we were having a nice time.

The pleasantness ended when a muscle-bound baby-huey-like “firefighter” with a siren and a boom-box entered the room and asked where the birthday girl was. Five minutes later, my appetite fully extinguished, I watched an oily male stripper in a thong dry hump my wife on the floor.

Joy.