Lose.
Lose.
You do not loose your keys, you lose your keys.
You loose your pimp hand when you need to smack some sense into a bitch (which I've had to refrain from more than once).
And while I'm ranting about correct spelling,
I do not breath air, I breathe air.
His breath stinks.
I can't breathe because his breath stinks.
I live and breathe ponies.
That there thing that's theirs is over there. Because they're smart.
You're smart when your grammar says so.