We've all been there before – its 4am, and nobody knows where one of the lads is. We assume he met a pretty lady, yet we laugh at the thought of him passed out somewhere funny like a park bench. Then the phone rings, its the cops – Sabby has had too much to booze, and has been thrown into the drunk tank for the night. Relieved that your buddy is OK, the boys have a great laugh and vow to pick him up in the morning... what a night.

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