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I found out that sleeping in my Roxette T-shirt was simply quite dangerous. Ended up sleeping in my car, was one hell of a joyride. The memory of that is fading like a flower.

The Dire Straits tee, well, my brother's arms were in it or something like that. I called Elvis, but he left the building. I guess that's how the walk of life goes.

As for the ZZ Top t-shirt, something went very wrong when I slept in that one. Woke up with it round my legs. I guess I was just looking for some tush. Was definitely not a smart dressed man that morning.