Your typical Saturday night probably ends the same every week – with your head down the bog and sick down your front. It’s surprising how a few moving images can perfectly sum up the events leading to the inevitable…

5:30pm – It’s time for your ridiculously long shower.
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6:30pm – All these clothes and nothing to wear.
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7:30pm – An hour later you’ve tried on the same outfit four times.
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8:00pm РFinally you have an outfit, you know it sucks, but at this stage you just want to get drunk.
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9:00pm It’s time for pre-drinks before hitting the club.
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10:00pm The taxi is outside and you all have a full drink, you have no choice but to down it and run.
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10:15pm – On your way to the club…
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10:30pm – Walking into the club like you’re God’s gift.
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11:30pm – An hour later and things are already getting pretty messy.
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12:30am – You’re at that level of drunk where an onset of nausea stops you in your tracks.
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1:30am – You puked in the flooded club toilets and feel strong enough again to hit the dance floor.
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2:30pm – Your gut is telling you it’s time for a big tub of greasy fried chicken.
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3:30am – You receive the most disgusted looks as you stand in KFC consuming more chicken that humanly possible.
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4:30am – You’re not sure how or when, but you’ve made it home. And as you lie your head down to sleep, the spinning begins.
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4:45am – Queue the intense projectile vomiting and self loathing.
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