Hangover.

Mar 26, 2009 11:04

You see, Oliver...

In this life, one thing counts.
In the bar, large amounts.
I'm afraid drunks don't grow on trunks,
You've got to drink a bottle or two.

You've got to drink a bottle or two, boys,
You've got to drink a bottle or two.

Oh, god, I'm so hungover. Please, God, I don't want to throw up anymore. Make it stop. I'm skipping class, this is terrifyingly bad. Seriously, what died in my mouth? Was it a mouse? Did it go through Detroit, first? Stop off at Lake Erie?

Hemi, was I awful, last night? I don't really remember the end of the night. I'm sorry, that wasn't well done of me. You have my permission to drop-kick me, verbally, if I decide to do that again. I'm sticking to ice cream, next time. Or just eating the sugar straight out of the bag.
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