Your alarm clock goes off.  Still in a sleepy haze, you groggily rise out of bed, yawn, stretch, emit an odor or two and stand–only to feel something odd.  There appears to be a foreign object in your sweat pants, you pull the elastic, glance down and scream in terror when you see…

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