Description
It’s the eve of the Spring Racing Carnival and you’ve just rolled out of Tarocash, YD or Connor with a brand new blazer. You genuinely think that your shit doesn’t stink because you’ve never looked this good. The only way to look better is to grab your 2 UNITS Lapel Pin, chuck it on your breast and hope to hell you don’t pierce your thumb in the process and draw blood.
Say g’day to your fellow units out there representing our army at the races.
