I've got a final in two hours, my gas tank is empty and I have absolutely nothing wear.
Sony, sensing my distress from across the San Francisco Bay, saves the day with not one but TWO oversized T-shirts I will never wear. Except for today, because going to a final naked is poor form.
Why, that's today!
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