Last weekend, a few of my friends and I drove to Atlantic City. What happened was not what I expected.

The first night, we checked into our hotel and fell fast asleep after a long two days of driving. We woke up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and grabbed some lunch before hitting the casino. On the first night I won $200 on the slot machines and then lost it all in poker But that's okay, I didn't expect to make any money.

Now here's where my weekend got weird. I was sitting at the bar alone when this really hot woman came up to me and asked me my name. She offered to buy me a drink, which is unusual, but I accepted.

That's the last thing I remember.

The next morning, I woke up in what looked like a hotel bathroom in a bathtub filled with ice. On the side of the tub there was a cell phone and a note saying, "DON'T MOVE. CALL 911." I picked up the phone and dialed 911. I told the operator that I didn't know where I was, and described my surroundings.

"Can you reach around and feel your back?" the operator asked. I could, and it seemed like there was some sort of thin, plastic tube sticking out of my body. I told the operator what I felt.

"Sir, remain calm. An ambulance is on the way. This happens all the time in Atlantic City."

"What happens all the time?" I was freaking out now.

The operator took a deep breath and responded:

Don't you mean Tijuana?

Happy birthday! And just so you know, that op terrifies me.

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I mean happy birthday

hapi brifdey

The hell is that tube for is my question.