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Steven is a very bad man.... (or how I learnt to stop worrying and love my hangover)

Naracoorte, South Australia.

A strapping fellow arrives in a "smart" car with a cowboy hat on. I check him into his room. He orders a dozen natural oysters, a meduim T-Bone and a Pale Ale...

I knock off work at 9pm... we drink.... we drink some more.... he buys me a jagerbomb... we drink some more.... we perve on girls with little on... we drink some more.

I wake up feeling like shit... my wife, my daugher and this very naughty man have breakfast at a cafe... he drives off and I still have my hangover.

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Thanks for a top night old mate... and remember, don;t let the white pants get you down

bxx