So I drank way too much during the Giants SB win. So much so that when I finally got the last two pieces of Hercules on Monday morning, I said screw it and left them to the side. So you know your way to hung over when....

 

You know you're way too hungover when you have to wrap a pillow case around your head to cover your eyes. That was me Sunday morning, the sun peaking thru the curtains hurt my head sooooo much

 

You use a possessive adjective in place of a contraction?

 

  That's a bad hangover when your grammar goes out the window!

 

I am the owner of that hang over. Please, my brain was functioning at a snails pace.

12 shots of tequilla and 7 beers in 6 or so hours is no good for anyone. Plus I love the over 30 hang overs. You wake up, and you feel sluggish, thinking, maybe this is the worst it will get. Then like 7 hours later, you're like, good god, what is this? Why do I feel this way.

 

You know you are hungover when the only language you are able to understand is PAIN.

 

Sooooo...... what you're saying..... is that we have a board full of alcoholics!  

 

You know you're hungover when you wake up to find your mouth contains less moisture than the surface of the Sun.

I remember waking up in a hedge once after a massive night out on the booze.

A fry-up always helps cure it though.

 

151 + Patron + Polly Pocket tea cup = bad combo

I still feel hung over 12 years later.

 

Well, duh! *chugs the rest of his mid-morning beer*

 

You know you're hungover when your head feels like the entire cast of The Jersey Shore is living in it.

 

When you wake up in a ditch in Tijuana, lying next to a midget in drag, across the street from a bar advertising "Live Donkey Shows" and you decide to use the dwarf as a pillow and go back to sleep.

 

Fun fact: fats seem to help the body process alcohol, this is why we love those greasy fry-ups on the morning after. My sister, who's been veggie for almost 8 years now, woke up last month after a massive party and craved bacon  

 

When you're hung over, and you haven't even slept yet.

 

You wake up to the sound of someone pounding on your hotel door. In a bed that’s got vomit and blood on it. Your cloths are torn and you can’t for the life of you figure out how the hell you got to New Orleans.

That was the first day when my job sent me to a conference in New Orleans. I worked at Computer Associates in 1998. Teach them to send the stock room guy.

 

See also: Aspirin before you go to sleep, Gatorade.

 

When u smell like stripper from the night b4 that smelled like butt it lingered 4 days I'm weary of them places now

 

Never been drunk, 'cause I don't drink.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?  

 

...you wake up in the front seat of your car. The driver door is open. The only thing keeping you from hitting the pavement is your arm that has been hooked through the steering wheel and somehow managed to keep you hanging out of your car for an unknown amount of time. Also, your hair is in pigtails. Ah, my teenage years...