A few years ago I went to Las Vegas with my family and some friends. One night, at the hotel we stayed at there was a show with a guy who was like a pickpocket except he made an act out of it, calling peopl eup on stage and taking things them and were completely oblivious and then, ofcourse, giving it back to them. It was a hilarious show and the people were dumbfound at the things he did. At one point he picked me to come up, along with like 7 other people. I didn't want to go up because I was shy and I didn't know wwhat he could or would do. While I was up there he got some guy's tie, someone's watch, a lady's necklace, someone's ring, my wallet, etc. The he said ti was time for the grand finale, and all of us on stage were nervous. We didn't know what he was gonna do or who he would do it to. He was walking around stage taking to us casually, picking things faster than you could Imagine, and then, before I even realised what happened I saw him holding something in his hands and he took a bow, but I didn't see what he was holding in his hands -- wait, that's -- no, it couldn't be -- but HOW? He had somehow managed to steal a pair of blue BOXERBRIEFS!!! But, wait a second, I had boxerbriefs just like that, and I was wearing them that day. I turned bright red at this realization -- HE HAD STOLEN MY BOXERBRIEFS!!! He went to hand them to me and I grabbed them as fast as I could. The whole audience was laughing and applauding like crazy. I was so embarrassed! I checked my waistline to see if they were really mine, and they were! I didn't know how he did it, but he did. After the show I returned to the table with my boxerbriefs, my friends and family laughing their heads off and clapping for me. I felt ridiculous. I went to the bathroom a minute later to go put my underwear back on, and when I came out of the stall the pickpocket guy (I can't remember his name for the life of me) was there washing his hands. he asked if I enjoyed the show. I said "A little too much" and asked how he had gotten my boxerbriefs. He asked if it's be ok if he performed it on me again step by step to show me, and I said yes only because I was really mystified. It was really wierd how it was done, and I think I missed something because I can't replicate it without giving myself a wedgie (I've tried). Ofcourse, I had to put them back on again, and so I took my shorts off and put them on the toilet seat, put my boxer-briefs back on, and went to put my shorts back on when I realized something -- Oh Crap, LITERALLY!!! THE SEAT WAS UP AND I PUT MY SHORTS IN THE TOILET! I was able to get my wallet out, but my shorts were covered in crap, so I had to run through the lobby to the elevators in just my boxer-briefs and a polo shirt. I had to share the elevator with a little girl and her mom on the way up. Quite embarrassing! I got out on my floor and ran to the room -- locked! Fortunately, my family showed up about 3 seconds later and opened the door. One of my friends tried to lock me out, but it didn't work. I put s pair of shorts on the instant I got in the room. What a night!