You just woke up after a good night's sleep. Your booty call's still passed out from the 7 orgasms you gave them. You make your way to the kitchen while opening your crypto portfolio and see everything's red today. The Mars F***boi tweeted again. You pour 4 fingers of whiskey into your No More Twitter mug, add a few drops of coffee, and clear your mind as you stare at the picture. "Someday", you think, and smile, remembering how strong your spanking game is after last night. You chug your morning fuel, kick the booty call out of your house (their @$$ cheeks still bright red), get your workout in, and get to f***ing hustling.