Your favourite bra is missing. It's the only one you really want to wear tonight so you keep looking around the house, checking the laundry, behind the couch, under the bed, but no luck. Eventually you notice something flapping outside in the breeze. Why does it not surprise you to find your bra out there, flying from a pole stuck in the ground. After all, you-know-who is visiting.
Who is you-know-who?
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