Today I woke up with one of the worst hangovers of all time. I speak alot in hyperbole, but I genuinely think today was in the discussion for the most hungover a human being has ever been. I'd planned on having a nice evening with a lady friend of mine, well that never materialized, but then Stu came down from the heavens saying him and Glenborough were chillin. A bottle Jack, zero water and less than zero food sent me to the woodshed for the entirety of today. Called out of work, puked after reading that balloons were really just "plastic sacks of breath" and then puked again for no reason. Outragous.
After spending hundreds of minutes on pornhub, I knew it was time to do something, which really only means one thing:
D&C BABY.
Seriously this movie is so legendary that it crushed my hangover, which now ranks among the Top 5 moments of my life. Just an unbelievable experience, it's like being reborn. How could I be on death's doorstep one minute, then be ready to drink again the next? Re-evaluating your entire life's worth of choices, to just being fine again, ready to make more dumb decisions at the drop of a hat. What a ride. There isn't a better feeling in the world than conquering a hangover. Period.
Actually, why not make this a challenge to the other Nardhouse guys, come up with a better feeling than when your ferocious hangover ends, you can't.
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