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Hell yeah. You have to have egg on a hamburger. I think it was Meat, Cheese, Lettuce, Tomato, Pineapple, Onion, Bacon, Tomato sauce. They usually come with beetroot too, but I don't touch that stuff.
Whilst I'm bored I'll tell a story.
The night was Wednesday. Probably the most awesome night ever. After downing 4 tinnies before going to the pub, I already starting to slightly feel it. Get into the pub, 2 hours and $50 each later, we're getting to our 16th beer. Everyone was having an awesome time, all the locals were playing pool, everyone was getting up a screaming to Hotel California and anything else that came on. We were all asked to leave at 1am, just after #19 (The designated driver was keeping count).
We get back to our house, and start up a chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody. Loud. Really loud. This went on for a while. At which point my friend said that we better get out of the house because the neighbors had called him and they had called the cops. At which point we informed him about how much of a wanker he is because they place where we were staying doesn't even have a phone. But we left anyway to the beach, 6-pack in hand.
After spending an hour at the beach rolling around on the sand and playing Frisbee with my thong some of my other mates came and said he had to come back before we died or something. By that time the 6-pack was gone, I was completely wasted, I don't really remember from now on, but apparently on the 100m walk from the beach to our house I feel over no less then 7 times, including smacking my head on a railing and someones car door. Then when I got inside, I thought it'd be funny to pour water all over the dinning table and then wipe my head in it. Then I passed out on the floor. And it was the best night ever.
Whilst I'm bored I'll tell a story.
The night was Wednesday. Probably the most awesome night ever. After downing 4 tinnies before going to the pub, I already starting to slightly feel it. Get into the pub, 2 hours and $50 each later, we're getting to our 16th beer. Everyone was having an awesome time, all the locals were playing pool, everyone was getting up a screaming to Hotel California and anything else that came on. We were all asked to leave at 1am, just after #19 (The designated driver was keeping count).
We get back to our house, and start up a chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody. Loud. Really loud. This went on for a while. At which point my friend said that we better get out of the house because the neighbors had called him and they had called the cops. At which point we informed him about how much of a wanker he is because they place where we were staying doesn't even have a phone. But we left anyway to the beach, 6-pack in hand.
After spending an hour at the beach rolling around on the sand and playing Frisbee with my thong some of my other mates came and said he had to come back before we died or something. By that time the 6-pack was gone, I was completely wasted, I don't really remember from now on, but apparently on the 100m walk from the beach to our house I feel over no less then 7 times, including smacking my head on a railing and someones car door. Then when I got inside, I thought it'd be funny to pour water all over the dinning table and then wipe my head in it. Then I passed out on the floor. And it was the best night ever.
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get a grip man It's not like I am going in all guns blazing! ... some of you guys must live in a bubble and I would love to see your reaction when confronted face to face with someone swearing and fists flailing 
