Pounding headaches and parched throats are a small price to pay for a memorable and epic weekend of shenanigans one must never speak of.  The light at the end of the tunnel as you climb over that random who’s name you’ve forgotten is the recovery spot/s you’ve found along the way, that bring you back to life.  That colossal breakfast that lifts you from the depths of hell or that late late late lunch you dive straight into head first as your body screams for sustenance AFTER the earth has spun away from the sun!

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