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OUR STORY...

A few drinks, turned into a few more drinks and then you wake up on a mates couch. That’s what happened to me.

 

I woke to find my mates fridge empty, and I was to over the limit to drive. Miles from any shop, same clothes on as the night before, dancing shoes too fancy for daytime, and I wished that Nando’s, Mcdonald’s, or KFC would deliver.

 

We’ve all been there, and that’s how it started.

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