Huh. So THAT'S what the hangover from drinking half a bottle of whiskey feels like.

[JTG of the PRB]

I see. Interesting. :hangover:

Also, :dunce:

And, :puke:

[LeftyFingerPop]

1. You should have puked last night!

You would feel much better today. I know this.

How about some nice fish ice cream, with the scales included? :hide:

[JTG of the PRB]

3. I've never actually puked from alcohol before.

I've always managed to skirt that limit without ever crossing it. I didn't feel sick last night when I went to bed, but right now I feel like I went 12 rounds in a no-holds-barred cage match with an angry gorilla using a squid as a weapon.

[Roon]

2. Oh, Gawd! I hope my hangover days are gone for good this time

I don't miss that one bit. My main cure for a hangover was to start drinking again.

[JTG of the PRB]

4. Heh. it's actually been years since I've had a hangover.

Not since my college days. I've drank plenty since then, but... Not quite as much as last night. I guess that will fill my quota for the next year or so...

[Roon]

5. Cool!

Yeah, I can't even drink a little bit. That's cool you can enjoy it and leave it, wish I could. I love beer!

[JTG of the PRB]

6. I definitely should have had beer instead last night!

I would have stopped after about three. But whiskey and Coke? It took me 5 of those to realize I needed to stop.

Mmm, beer and Mexican food... That would have been an excellent Friday night dinner! :9

[Roon]

11. Yum!

[old mark]

7. The most terrible hangover I ever had was after a night spent drinking the best

Irish Coffee I had ever had...I must have had 10 or them, stron gcoffee and Jamisson's with homemade whipped heavy cream...
I had a banging headache and terrible stomach and body aches, and I was WIDE AWAKE for every fucking minute of it...and I was so dehydrated, I could not even pee...a whole day of that.

One more reason why I haven't had a drink in over 20 years...I still remember that hangover!!!


mark

[JTG of the PRB]

8. Yuck. No fun at all!

This certainly isn't the worst hangover I've ever had (that dubious distinction belongs to a night of raspberry vodka), but it;'s the first hangover I've had in close to 6 years. I'd almost forgotten how awful they can be. Good thing I have a nice, big breakfast cooking up! Those usually helped cure my past hangovers.

[Mopar151]

13. I used to work with a frormer submariner who would get into the Navy coffee

On Sunday mornings, and continue until the Wrath of God showed up at work Monday in his clothes.

[MiddleFingerMom]

9. This particular hangover has not been given a chance to recur in almost 39 years...

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[JTG of the PRB]

10. I've only ever had Southern Comfort once, and that was a long time ago.

But I would be willing to have it again.

Raspberry vodka, on the other hand... :puke: Never again...

[Mopar151]

12. Brother, I feel your pain

If you'll ammend that to include SoCo's nasty-ass cousin, Yukon (Pukon) Jack. There is something very wrong with liquid sugar and high-proof alky. These nasty liquors are the only thing ever made me black out Been 25+ years for me, and that's not long enough....

[sarge43]

14. Something like this?

When your boots seem to be steaming and your eyes burn in the sockets like hot gooseberries. Your stomach spins slowly on its axis and your head gently swells and contracts like a jelly in the tideway. Voices sound far off and your hands tremble like those of a centenarian condemned to death.

Slight movements make you sweat, even as you shiver from the deadly cold that is within you. Bright lights hurt the eyes and jeering, gibbering people from the night before seem to whisper in your ears and then fade with mocking horrible laughter into silence. The finger nails are brittle and your skin hangs on you like an old second hand suit.

Your feet appear to be swollen and walking is like wading through a swamp of lumpy thick custard. Your throat is cracked and parched like the bottom of an old sauce pan that has boiled dry. The next moment the symptoms change and your mouth is stuffed with warm cotton wool.

When you brush your hair you are certain that there is no top to your skull and your brain stands naked and throbbing in the stabbing air. Your back aches and feels as hough someone is nailing a placard to your shoulder blades. Knee joints have turned to dish water and eyelids are made of sheets of lead lined with sandpaper.

When you lean on a table it sways gently and you know for certain that you are at sea. Should you step off a curb you stumble, for it is a yard deep and gutter yawns like a wide quaking trench.

[sarge43]

15. Con't

You have no sense of touch and your fingertips feel with all the acuteness of decayed firewood smeared with putty. The nostrils pulsate and smell the evil air. You believe that you are in a horrible dream but when you wake up you know that it will all be true.

Your teeth have been filed to stumps and are about to be unscrewed one by one from your aching jaw. You want to sleep, but when you close your eyes you are dizzy and you heel over like waterlogged barrel crammed with old sodden cabbage stalks in the Grand Junction Canal.

When you read your eyes follow each letter to try to spell words, but in wain -- no message reaches your empty, sullen brain. Should you look at a simple thing like a tree, it will appear that the bark is gradually crawling upwards.

Lights flash and crackle before you and innumerable little brown dwarfs start tapping just below the base of your skull with tiny, dainty hammers made of compressed rubber ....

William Connor