Hey lads and lasses,

Well it's 3 in the morning on a Sunday night (or rather Monday morning), my girlfriend has to study for her approaching last year at University and I find myself sitting at my computer after a late night drinking session with the lads, a combination of beer and vodka sloshing in my stomach and chewing on the business end of a cigarette.

And yes, I can already hear my own stomach arumblin' promising me some consequences come tomorrow.

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