A little warning is a good thing...
I awoke with the hangover monster dancing an angry, angry dance about my brain. This wasn't unusual; I was a student and quite familiar with his stampy, head bouncing dance. What I didn't expect was his brother to take up sudden residence in my guts. He kicked twice and a filthy cocktail of second hand beer and fresh, bilious stomach juices coated my bed, my curtains and my walls.

The angry dancing still didn't stop and I vowed once again never to touch another drink in all my life.
( Moey, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 11:51, Reply)