Vanilla

Tell us about it.

Mine was Boxing day, as on Christmas day I had drunk the equivalent of two bottles of wine, red and white mixed, all in a space of four hours. For me that is a ****ing lot! I have never felt so crap in my life...it was like my stomach was going to liturally explode all over the place. The worst bit was I couldn't even throw up! But I bet you guys will beat me for this.

Ask ArtistInTheAmbulance about his...

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ArtistInTheAmbulance

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Err, mine was a few days after New Years... For some reason, we thought it would be funny to see how many nights in a row we could get hammered. Really bad idea.. After a few days , I remember waking up at about 12ish, still unable to stand up straight and with what felt like ten hangovers smooshed into one If I even thought about food it made me wanna spew, really not nice. That was the one and only time I felt like how hungover people look on TV; where every sound is 978979327928497534 decibels too loud.

Well , was the worst of mine. I dont think today counts as a hangover, apparently I didnt have just alcohol last night =/ Tis worrying...

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Vanilla

Sorry!! I'm having alot of trouble working out people's sexes at the moment...

Hope you are okay, you have to be careful there are some freaks out there.

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xEmochicKx

Mine was the last day of high school,puked my ****ing brains out at the sickest party of my life

im horrible though, ill get pissed on like 3 cold shots haha

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jibber

random party. didnt eat that day before I started drinking, didnt drink water while i was drinking or after i stopped (which wasnt till 5am, and i started ataround 12, and i mixed basically every possible kind of liquor together. plus I went to sleep still drunk. I felt like i was going to die. luckily i've gotten much smarter and I havent had a REALLY bad hangover since then.

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Stu

probably a party at the start of summer. cant remember how much a drank but i know i was pissed by around 9.30 and it just escalated from there. next morning i threw up 3 times, had an ear splitting headache and dull aches all over my body.....and i had to clean up the debris because it was my house.

Fenixpunk

the last day of the southwest fest. it started friday night, we drank all night, had alot of fun, woke up in the tent saturday morning and didnt feel bad at all, cooked up some breakfast and started drinking sangria...thats where it starts to go wrong. the day goes by, most of us starting to stumble around before the sun went down and the vodka tonics start pouring. somewhere around 3am i decide to try and find my way back to the tent, complete darkness. i got lost, dont know how, or where, but i did. i had to sit there in the dark and try and figure out where all the noise was coming from, i knew if i could find the stage i could find my way back to the tent. eventually somehow, i did. I woke up sunday morning sick as a dog. tried to eat breakfast..wasnt happening...had to breakdown our campsite while still feeling the effects of the night before. once everything was loaded up, we started heading back towards the main road (it was up in the mountains with tons of curvy bumpy dirt roads) i think i puked 7 times before we got back to phx. once we got home i just layed there for hours trying not to move. I still have a water bottle filled with sangria left over in my fridge, and the jug of vodka has about a shot or two left in it, its sitting on my kitchen counter. Weve drank some of the vodka since then, made a couple screwdrivers the other night. im still too scared to touch the sangria though.

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Merkaba

The clean up is sometimes worse than the hangover. What a mess I make when I get pissed, even the times I don't vomit.

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Right you lot, shut it. Strewth Fowler my son, all looks a bit pear-shaped round here or what. The govenor's talking, Saturday's game, very dodgy, very naughty, could go a little pear-shaped. If there's a rough things might be well iffy. These faces are a little bit hard, know what I mean, a little bit of oof, have some of that my son, bosh, sorted, ta ta, got me, so be clever. Good, now shut it!

TheBig3KilledMyRainDog

I don't drink so my only hangover was after I ran a half marathon and went home and went to bed. Those Dixie cups of water on the race course don't help for crap, my stoamch was fine but my skull killed, and my bones hurt so much I couldn't go up the staits normally.

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