You’re still hung over from the night before. There’s a red smudge on your pillow, and it appears to be attached to something you brought home last night, and you aren’t quite sure if it’s human.
Then, you hear the purr of a 911 Turbo revving its engine, and the thing in your bed gets up in a panic, and runs out the door. You casually turn off your Porsche 911 alarm clock, and place the pile of clothes next to your bed outside the door. It’s going to be a great day.
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