Too many replies
I have a minging hangover and I have to go out tonight as well, I think I might cry.

Tell me about your worst/funniest hangover.

ALT: Give me a synomyn for "fucking shit"
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:43, 56 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

5 replies too much for you then?

(PsychoChomp, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:43, Reply)

far too many; that's not a real thread anyway
just a leak from /QOTW
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:44, Reply)

Worst hangover was probably one of my first
1st college party, drank about 8 pints, whisky (I hate whisky), basically everything. Woke up the next day and felt like I'd been runover (I may actually have been). Just outside my bedroom a car alarm went off all fucking day. If I had any strength left in me I would have smashed the fucking car to bits
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:47, Reply)

I spent my one of my worst hangovers in a cell in Aylesbury nick.
I was still quite pissed and my teeth ached.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:47, Reply)

15" black rubber cock?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:48, Reply)

Not quite.
Suspicion of criminal damage, no charge.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:51, Reply)

How suspicious should they have been?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:52, Reply)

I have very little recollection of the night in question, which is how they let me off
but probably a little.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:53, Reply)

Is he relateded to Stoke Hammond Steve?

(PsychoChomp, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:51, Reply)

Haha

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:52, Reply)

ALT: "Agnostic Antichrist"

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:50, Reply)

ha ha ha ha ha

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:50, Reply)

Alt: Coprophilia

(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:52, Reply)

lieral answer is literal

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:54, Reply)

click

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:54, Reply)

So close!

(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)

Uni.
A few of us decided a couple of beers were in order. Ended up with a crate of Stella each, sitting in the kitchen with a few guitars and pots and pans as an impromptu drumkit.
The drinking wasn't ludicrously heavy, enough to warrant a kebab, but not enough erase any memories - unfortunately.

Just about to call it a night, the last swig of beer hits the back of my throat. Closely followed by the crunchy end of my last smoked cigarette. Not even the comfy squishy cuddly cotton wooly filter. The cherry; the last bit of tobacco that was on fire until extinguished by the Stella.

I spent the next day dry-heaving into my bin, with no water and only a 6 pack of mini cheddars for sustenance.
(TheColonel, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)

I was in Japan for work
I had a rather important presentation to give the next morning so I did the sensible thing and drank a shit load of Sake. The next day I had to get up really early put a suit on and give the presentation. I stood dripping in sweat, rushed through it and then ran off to puke. I told my boss I had food poisoning but I don't think he ever forgave me.
( Peej, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:57, Reply)

Is it Japan where falling asleep, and snoring, is accepted during meetings?

(TheColonel, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:59, Reply)

Yes
Power napping. When we went round a college the kids were asleep in lectures all the time. We were doing it by the end of the week. It happens because they get there at 5.30 in the morning and most were still there when we went to bed at 11 at night.
( Peej, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:04, Reply)

Leeds Festival
Two people, 3 crates of stella, 3 bottles of bourbon.

Arrived on Thursday, polished it mostly off by Saturday night. The drive home on monday was one of the most excruciating things ever.

Think I gave myself mild brain damage. The hangover lasted till Wednesday, with cold sweats, headaches, the shits etc.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:59, Reply)

Alcohol poisoning!
Mild case of - Stella and Bourbon is a heady mix.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:03, Reply)

More than likely
Plus a combination of hardly any decent food, water or sun protection from the whole weekend. Plus there were MDs. I can't really remember. I'm pretty sure I said some really stupid things too *shames*.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:08, Reply)

Worst was probably at University
Each year the Maths Club held a winetasting, basically an excuse to drink wine and an excellent example of periodicity. One year lots of people would turn up for cheap booze and not much wine would be bought. The next year more wine would be bought based on the previous turnout, but fewer people would turn up based on it being shit last time - so everyone would get hammered. Repeat the cycle. My first and third years were "good" years; in the third year 40 bottles of wine were shared between just 13 attendees. At lunchtime, no less.

I vaguely remember getting back to my shared flat at around 3, then nothing until 11 when my flatmates broke into my room as they'd seen what I looked like when I got in and hadn't been able to get an answer from me for hours. Having established that I was still breathing and had briefly regained consciousness, they left me to sleep another 8 hours.

I have never felt worse than I did the next day. I crawled on my hands and knees to the kitchen, still fully dressed AND with a dressing gown over the top, spent half an hour making a cup of tea with trembling hands and an hour trying to drink it. finally I ate half a litre of expired vanilla icecream and weirdly that seemed to reduce the hangover down to merely epic proportions.

By the next day I was down to just a bit unwell. Ah, youth!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:59, Reply)

Ice cream: I can't think of anything so simultaneously ideal and regrettable as a hangover cure.

(TheColonel, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:02, Reply)

I went from "somebody bash my head in with a spade please" to "God I feel like shit"
ice cream saved my life.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:12, Reply)

The worst ones usually involve a night in the cells.
Last one was about 4 years ago, I had been on red wine for about 11 hours. Fell asleep on a bench near Elephant and Castle tube. The kindly officer tried to wake me and was subjected to a torrent of abuse and spew.

Good times!
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:02, Reply)

I honestly think that it was a good
thing that the Police woke you! You would have woken up with everything gone.

/Lives in EleCat.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:23, Reply)

I woke up at 6am on King's Terrace, just off Camden High Street, one Saturday morning.
I had been asleep in some roadworks, and I was covered in sick. I stumbled down to Euston Station, fell asleep in the toilets, had a fully-clothed shower to get the worst of the ming off and got the first tube home. I had thought I felt bad on that tube journey, but it was NOTHING compared to how I felt when I got out of bed a couple of hours later. I wasn't right until Monday.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:11, Reply)

Bloody hell.
What had you been drinking?
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:17, Reply)

Everything

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:21, Reply)

I'm not sure. I think possibly EVERYTHING.
It was a crazy night, the last thing I remember was beating random challengers at pool, then the bar shut, I stepped outside and then... nothing until the roadworks. I still had all my stuff, no injuries, no idea what had happened.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:21, Reply)

Did you stop off at the Ballroom
by any chance?
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:24, Reply)

Nope, for once I did not.

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:26, Reply)

Can't remember, I was pissed
Alt: faecal fornication. Best of all the fornications.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:14, Reply)

Alt hahaha!

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:21, Reply)

I've always been pretty careful, however one of my university friends
got so drunk at the end of year ball that he passed out on a bench in Cardiff. A tramp took pity on him and took him to his shelter, where he slept until morning. He left the next morning with all his money, cards and even his anal virginity. We were shocked on all three counts.
( Kroney, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:18, Reply)

Actually now that I think about it
I did wake up once with a pounding headache and my left leg stuck to my sheets by what looked like a pint of claret. After peeling myself out of there, I took a look at the leg and found three half-inch-deep gouges taken out of it. The jeans I had been wearing looked like I'd been attacked by a tiger.

It turned out that I'd slipped over on a short-cut home and ripped my leg open on some half-hidden barbed wire. I had no recollection of this happening at all. Luckily I'd had a tetanus injection 4 years ago after snapping my penknife shut on my finger, so that was a relief.

The shower looked like somebody had been murdered, so I'd obviously already tried to wash the worst off, then collapsed into bed, passed out and quietly carried on bleeding for however long. I can only surmise that my weight pressing against the sheets stopped me from bleeding out entirely.
( Kroney, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:23, Reply)

I had a very similar drunken escapade
at a staff do once. They had a buffet from a really good deli there, and far too much of it too; I thought I should take it home for the next day. I carefully balanced two porcelain dishes full of coleslaw and mozzarella and tomato salad on a flimsy as fuck metal tray covered in satays, sausage rolls etc.

I lived round the corner from the pub (about 25 metres) and set off. At this point, I was about 8 pints down and combining that with wearing cowboy boots and carrying a fully laden food tray, it wasn't going to end well.

I remember falling over and smashing one of the porcelain bowls and gouging my hand scooping up the coleslaw (full of razor sharp shards) onto the tray. I carried on determined all the way to my flat, where climbing 3 flights of narrow spiral stairs I shoved the train in the fridge and got into bed.

The next morning, I found this:

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Turns out one of the razor sharp shards had cut a hole in my leg quite severely when I fell over. There was blood everywhere. I could hardly walk because I'd bruised my knee when I fell over. The house was like a fucking horror film, bloody handprints on the door handle, the fridge, the walls up the stairs, drips of blood from my knee all the way around the house.

The worst thing was, all the food I had was spoilt from the porcelain bowl tainted coleslaw *cries*
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:32, Reply)

We're going drinking together one day.
It'll be in the next day's newspapers.
( Kroney, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:33, Reply)

Deal
I forgot to mention the blood in the coleslaw too, and the pool I was able to pour out from my boot.

Brilliant night.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:34, Reply)

Cool
The first to lose a limb wins.
( Kroney, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:39, Reply)

that makes me feel sick
the coleslaw that is, not your leg
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:33, Reply)

Just remembered another night out
One of my mates fell asleep after climbing over the railings on Wearmouth Bridge. Not the best plan.

Shit himself when one of the lads found him there and grabbed him through the railings to stop him from falling about 100ft into the Wear
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:24, Reply)

Hangover has now started pins and needles in my extremities,,,,
your stories are making me feel worse :(
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:30, Reply)

In was once sahking so badly during a hangover that i could make tea
as the sugar just shook off the spoon before I could get it in the mug.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:36, Reply)

I've twice woken up covered in blood with no memory
Sadly, both times, it was my own.

Although the stag do in Amsterdam when we were staying on a converted fishing trawler was interesting for waking up, limited memory, head going like a bass drum, to see the boat looking like it had recently been used for a cheap horror film. Cue dawning realisation that it wasn't fake blood, and massive panic re: dismembered hookers, and then finding out that a mate had "de-gloved" a toe on the steps in the night, wandered around, not been able to find a light switch and wandered back to bed. How he lost that much blood and lived I'll never know.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:30, Reply)

Remeber to put your tampon in before you go out

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:34, Reply)

Ouch
That would sting, I'm guessing
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:40, Reply)

i only deal in antonyms sorry

( Sir Sand GOBLIN ^popular page dis, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:43, Reply)

I once got really really recked, like, no idea how I got home wrecked, but the next day I decided to drink a whole bottle of cherry juice.
About 15 minutes later I spewed it up in the toilet, and the toilet was so nice and cold I decided to lay there, but I didn't lock the door. My friend walked in to find the cherry juice everywhere and thought it was blood, he said he'd never been so thrightened in his life.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:45, Reply)

I just got back from Acupuncture.
That was a stupid idea for a needlephobic, I hated it.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:47, Reply)

that stuff is all claptrap anyway isn't it?

( Sir Sand GOBLIN ^popular page dis, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:01, Reply)

I spent my first wage getting absolutely muntered on diesel in a nightclub
When I threw up in the morning it was red/black and I thought I'd burst my stomach or something
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:48, Reply)

I couldn't walk or talk, and had to be carried down the stairs
Got on a bus, got off to change buses, threw up on the London road at 2pm on a Friday.
Stayed in bed for 3 days.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:54, Reply)

My housemate and I once decided to meet his missus for a couple of quiet pints on a Sunday
We had a couple of nice relaxed pints, chatting shite, the usual. Then we had another couple, then another couple, at which point I decide Tequila might be a good idea. The HM points out this isn't a good idea, but he'll join me for a couple anyway. We throw a few of them down our throats, chased by another few pints.

Woke up at 9:45 the next day, feeling like hammered shit. Phone work to apologise profusely as I'm staggering towards a taxi rank to head up. I get to work, and apologise for oversleeping (fooling no-one). I then have to nip to the toilet every 5 minutes to either throw up, or heave until my stomach aches.

At 11 I ask if I can go home, because I'm so 'ill' I can't do any work at all, so I'm no use to anyonw. The boss agrees, and allows me to go home.

I spend the rest of the day in bed clutching my stomach and groaning, before vomiting profusely again in the evening.

Fucking horrific.

Alt: Humping excrete.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 13:03, Reply)