, but how do some people do it without looking like a wreck the next day?
hehe, looking like a wreck wouldn't bother me, cause I don't give a hoot how I look; it's
feeling like a wreck that gets me every time......
yeah, some of those bastards are lucky. they're the ones that signed that contract as soon as their writing arm came out of their mom.
the Prince of Darkness was probably all ready and waiting at the exit; there's no other way!
me, I'm reverse: I get that hangover. period. and it doesn't matter if I drink a mere 3 beers or 33.....
this is the sole reason why I rarely drink, because IF I go for that hangover I might just as well pull all the stops, wich I then attempt do with great gusto.
If I'm gonna pay the price, I wanna have the ride, see?
it's a once every 2-4 weeks thing. I don't drink at home, I don't drink on weekly evenings (I can't work with a hangover....) cause of the job, and I only drink at live rock concerts or parties.
but then I get totally wasted, marinated in alcohol
all the symptoms of your classical Irish drunk streethobo, zigzagging on the street, bumping into things, with a lot of noise and bad jokes involved
it's not for nothing that one of my greatest hero is a certain guitar player that goes by the name of Rory G.
too much alcohol indeed!
count yourself lucky if you only LOOK bad. you utter lucky bastard
ever felt like there's a dead camel in your mouth that even the vultures skip over;
a mashing machine the size of Vesuvius volcano below your diaphragm filled with vomit that wants to erupt on a 7,5 Richter scale;
a molten lead weight that rolls around in your skull (that suprisingly has shrunk 3 sizes) and threatens to squeeze out your eyeballs;
farts that make the dog leave the room if I had a dog;
every joint and bone suddenly creaking like you're a 103 instead of 40 something
and sweating moisture by the gallon that is so toxic it could be used to napalm a rainforest on a spree sunday morning?
if you haven't felt like this, you haven't experienced a hangover, period.
I'm a pro on feeling miserable. if there was a contest on how to mess up the body I would win the silver medal, just after Hunter S Thompson
