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A generous bowl of buttery mashed potato is proving to be worth its weight in gold this evening as a local genius buys himself protection insurance from an awful hangover.
Eight beers deep into his Saturday night, Brett McKenny, a 33 year old solar panel salesman from the Ponds has decided to absolutely go for it tonight, after colliding with an assortment of old school mates who’ve just come off a Rugby bus trip.
Having pumped multiple craft beers and now considering a move into bourbon territory, Brett made possibly the only smart play of the evening and wisely took a look at the QR code on the table that would lead to some food.
Scanning the menu of pub favourites and weird array of pub specials, Brett decided he’d stick with a Parmy, Chips & Salad, but not before noticing he could add an extra side of mash for only $8.
“Mash as well? Yeah why not…” he muttered, as he fumbled through the post order questionnaire that asked him for his name, mobile number and email address just to order some crumbed chicken.
“Might as well double carb it tonight, line the stomach properly.”
Speaking to Brett 24 hours later from the comfort of his seven-seater sofa, Brett tells our reporter that last night’s bowl of mash might’ve almost saved his life.
“Oath it was a big one,” Brett sighed, as he sucked the final drips of yellow Gatorade from a bottle co-branded with the Olympic medal contenders.
“I think I chucked the chips up on the walk home, but not that mash. It’s still sitting there keeping my gut in balance, it really was the MVP of the night.”
More to come.
