Ah yes, The Almighty Hangover...
Just like the Army of King Alexander, you strike with sheer ferocity, attacking my head with a combination of molotov cocktails, nunchucks, and napalm. Your methods are savagely sadistic and you leave me crippled and morbid, in a state of total annihilation and decay. And after your victory, you linger, like a fart pushed out from the orifice of an individual who has a diet rich in protein. Oh, how I loathe and despise, ye.
I hate you more than Star Jones hates vegetables; more than Nancy Kerrigan hates Tonya Harding; more than Rodney King hates asp batons and the white police officers that swing them; more than Cubs fans hate Steve Bartman; and more than Hamas hates Hezbollah.
I will defeat you in 2009, Mr. Hangover. No longer will you ruin my mood. No longer will you paralyze my body and leave me destitute for days on end. Your presence, starting today, January 1st, 2009, will cease to exist.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
hahaha i love hangovers... ok truth be told i hate loving hangovers. It means i had a great time the night before or i had to get hella drunk to win some money cause of a girl the previous night. it take a lot for me to get drunk so i dont usually do it cuz it would cost me too much money. i found a small secret only attempted once 7 shots in 30 min thank god i didnt buy all of them. it started at the beginning of the night but near the end i needed to take a couple more shots to feel a buzz too much money... pre-game yea i know but sometimes its just not as fun.
my answer to a hangover - get it before it gets me if i have to i can throw up before i sleep, hydrate before i sleep. then stay in bed and tell everyone in the house to be quite.