What’s your number...? The ‘Jel’s’ magic number is 4… Once they each have 4 drinks they have to have 25… What innocently starts out as a few civilised drinks with friends quickly turns into chugging red wine from a box, chain smoking and ridiculously slurred sentences…? Before I know it I'm being forced to play “air-keyboard” to Billy Joel and dance to one-hit wonders from the 80’s… But the fun doesn’t stop there… mornings equal ludicrously tight “cuddles” and the singing of songs that oh-so cleverly have key words replaced with my name… I squirm and try to get away, but resistance is futile... I just have to ride it out and wait for the click of the door to close…
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