
Not even a sip of Taittinger last night. Not a sip. Death Ray Fags, granted, but no booze. And this morning, a quite astonishing headache (so bad I can't think of a decent simile*), and a longing for Coca-Cola and Hula-Hoops. Ergo: hangovers are made by the cigarettes, and not The Booze.
A groundbreaking scientific breakthrough, I'm sure you'll agree.
* I have left in this example of top quality cuntiness to prove that I am ill in the head.
3 comments:
AH, yes, the smoking headache. I usually get one whenever I fall off the non-smoking wagon. Well, not so much fall, as throw myself off. Next time, try a milder smoke.
Nothing really helps, except appropriately placed ice packs. And sometimes phenobarbitol.
Give up the gaspers permanently. You're wasting so much money buying them and then throwing them away. And Monkeydad and I would prefer it if you didn't die before us - funerals are so expensive.
In addition, a good thing to know about Hula Hoops: they are the one snack food that young diabetics are allowed to eat. Think on't.
Oh yes, and had to send this as tonight's word verification is mitynj - why is this funny?
TL - what is this stuff and where can I buy it?
MM - Word verification is very dangerous. Mitynj sounds like itchy Japanese ladypart disease. Do not tempt me with Hula Hoops. Bad MM. Will you give me £1,000 if I reach my 18th birthday without smoking a ci... oh.
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