The Hangover Help Thread.
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Seems there's a few of us today.
I'll start the therapy with one liners.
"The right to bear arms is slightly less ludicrous than the right to arm bears."
"The dodo died. Then Dodi died, Di died and Dando died... Dido must be sh*tting herself."
"My parents are from Glasgow which means they're incredibly hard, but I was never smacked as a child ... well maybe one or two grams to get me to sleep at night."
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"My mum and dad are Scottish but they moved down to Wolverhampton when I Was two, 'cause they wanted me to sound like a tw*t."
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I realised I was dyslexic when I went to a toga party dressed as a goat.
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My dad's dying wish was to have his family around him. I can't help thinking he would have been better off with more oxygen.
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"I went out with an Irish Catholic. Very frustrating. You can take the Girl out of Cork .."
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oh dear moth, oh dear
- vespa0
you know you're a drunkard when...
You measure time by drinks, as in: "Hold on a shot, the movie doesn't start for another four bourbons."
You’ve convinced yourself your liver isn’t distended—it’s pregnant. With a new liver.
You’ve apologized to people you don’t remember meeting for things you don’t remember doing in places you don’t remember going.
When buying floor tiles, you press your face against them to see how comfortable they would be to sleep on.
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heeahaa...
i got a treat. hold on. this i'll sure anything...
- Blofeldt0
my favourite point of any pub visit is 'the proud walk'.
This happens on your first visit to the toilet after you've had a few but you're not pissed. You walk more upright and more deliberatley.
You know the walk I mean
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omg. Yes I do.
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The greatest, most beautifull bad-feeling cure of all things...
http://www.determinedmoth.org/!s…
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you
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You know the walk I mean
Blofeldt
(Jan 28 05, 04:57)
---------------------------hahahahahahhaha - dammit man, you know me
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When buying floor tiles, you press your face against them to see how comfortable they would be to sleep on.
vespa
(Jan 28 05, 04:53)lofl...