Wall of Mouths

I’m lucky, I never have hang-overs no matter how much I drink…

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The worst hangovers are the ones where you can’t actually remember the night before. This has happened to me three times and my friends think it’s hilarious to make stuff up about what I did. At least I pray they’re making it up. This always seems to involve vodka (or that dodgy supermarket own brand stuff that they put next to the vodka but actually remains nameless. Skint stoodents know what I’m talking about.

My most recent icky hangover was after drinking two bottles of red wine and too much Archers. I woke up and could smell puke but couldn’t find where I’d done the deed until I looked into the bathroom mirror and saw that all of my hair and one side of my face was purple. Gross.

I guess I’ll have to share one of my experiences. I haven’t had a decent hangover in quite a while now (expect yesterday I had a splitting headache because of too many Vodka Russians and cigarettes). But nothing spectacular.

Anyway, this one thing happened almost two months ago. I participated a big student party in Jyväskylä (Finland) called Network. Thousands of people, ugly clothing, bad music. The best time ever. But since the fun part doesn’t make a funny story, let’s skip it and go straight to the agony. So the party lasted 3 days and I was still drunk on Sunday evening. I didn’t feel too sick and on Monday morning I thought the worst was over and went to work. Of course I was pale as ever and wasn’t in the greatest shape but never mind that. I got to work, and after two hours, it hit me. The cold sweat, the storm in my stomach and especially the bowel movement. I had already had two trips to the toilet at the office but thought it wasn’t anything special. But after that I felt I had to go home. The problem was that when your both ends are leaking, it’s hard to use public transportation. So I decided to walk home and use public restrooms. When you have an acute case of diarrhea from alcohol poisoning, there just aren’t enough toilets anywhere. On my way home I found one that I could use and still shit my pants four times. When I got home, my bathroom felt like Heaven on Earth. Of course the first thing I did was vomiting my guts off. That lasted for two days. Wednesday morning was the first time when I could drink water and not have to visit my bathroom.

I learned three things. The obvious one is that too much alcohol is, well, too much. The second thing is that if you buy cheap, rough toilet paper, you will eventually suffer. And finally, when you can’t hold anything inside, don’t drink anything red (like juice). It’s a disturbing sight, no matter which end it comes out of.

Title: Re: hangovers

haha - Barbie, i used to think that too. when i started drinking in my mid-teens i thought hangovers were a myth to scare young children - i’m paying for it now though :( Im sure i’ll have an even worse one on Sunday from violent drinking on Saturday - Ireland v Cameroon at 7:30 AM (the pubs are open!) AND its my 20th birthday!

i was wondering:
HOW COULD SOMEONE NEVER GOT DRUNK?????
(hey i’m not drunk while writing this, it’s just my fucking english…)
the best thing of drinking it’s that when you got REALLY drunk, the day after you say: “no, no! that was the LAST time!!! i promise!!!”
and then the same evening you got drunk another time…
but… i must admit: alcohol helps to forgot bad things, i tried… before a month ago i never trusted in that, but, hey man, it’s true! when your girlfriend leave you, there’s nothing better than a drunken night with a good friend (that can drink more than you, so he could bring you home, or drive your car, or leave you on a street, or sodomize you…(!!):P)
the only bad thing is that drinking is expensive: if i start to drink, but not yet drunk, and then i go to a disco, well, even if i know i’m gonna pay 5 euro for a gintonic, well i’m gonna drink all i can ‘til my wallet is empty… the only thing you can do in a disco instead of dinking is to take one or two pills, but, hey, it will cost to me like 4 cocktails… nahhh…

I know exactly what you mean when you say ‘I’ll never drink again’! But next week, you do it again! I also like to get druk every once in a while, it helps me to put aside some worries.

it gets bad when you get to the point when you cant cope with your worries without a drink though…

Title: Zaphod Beeblebrox

both are true… i’ve had tons of fun without booze, but too many times been drunk and had an awful time (which usually leads to more drinking)

since my hangover stories are generally the same (headache, sometimes barfing, etc.) i’ll share my best drunk story (short version):

went drinking in Ottawa (Canada’s capital) on a pub crawl… at the third bar we stopped at they had $1 mixed drinks (about 0.70€), so i had 12 in one hour… at the fifth bar (zaphod’s) i was so drunk i hung over the balcony and puked… and just as i did a server on the level below caught my puke in his tray… needless to say i was escorted out…

I am pissed at this very mometn…Great night, an dtomorrow night I’m gonn ahve a barvbecuee with some friends an have a fire on the beach which is only 3oo meters from here…owwww…life rules!.and at 13 PM a run on the nbeach, low tide, some adrenaline musicc.yes…to keep fit .ia mean,,…have to keep fit as well don’t you…tralalalalallallaala…cheeeeers heineken ryules

heyy.Mikeeeeeeeeeee…bet yopu are right about that, but the thinh is.I din’t just sticjk to the beer…I found some Gold Struiek as welll.ooopeesssssss…but hey…I have fun…cheers…

I get hangovers a lot of time, I can’t tell it is a right thing but it’s a way to have party and have fun with your friends, the important is to avoid exaggerating as it can become a problem.

never been drunk, so I can’t say

I’ve never been seriously pissed. Only sick. Ha. Which is sad. It’s no fun.

yeah serious, I don’t drink