A man steps out of his immaculate hand-crafted Italian sports car. He is dressed in a perfectly pressed suit. In his hand is a matching attache made of high-grade imported leather. On his wrist a finely crafted status symbol watch.
He immediately places a phone call. The phone rings, he is sent to his own voicemail. He spends the maximum allowed time gushing to his own fucking voicemail about how big of a douche he is.
I love this world.
