Discussion in 'Can I Play with Madness?' started by Perun, Dec 6, 2008.
"Let's call this group G3! Anyone fancy a sandwich?"
I didn't even drink that much. I blame Inter.
Oh, my. Had a party with my godmother yesterday (who's younger than me, btw) and it got messy with a lot of Glenfiddich and a lot of wine... I'm not hung over yet, 'cause there still must be some residual alcohol in my veins, bot today's going to be nasty.
And it was. I'm still barely functional now. Wonder how did those great alcoholics in history manage to keep it going.
Now I'm visualising a fairy godmother. Did she give you glass slippers and turn your pumpkin into a carriage?
Not really. Not even metaphorically. She's a bit tomboyish, as a matter of fact, so even in all fairiness she would have probably only magically improve my gaming high scores or whatever...
Hello hangover thread my old friend
I've come to post in here again
Because a headache softly creeping
Grew from seeds when I was sleeping
And the booze that was planted in my veins
Within the sound of...hangover.
In drunken dreams I stumbled home
Narrow streets, snow on stone
Neath the halo of snowplow lamps
I turned my collar to the frozen damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of amber lights
That split the night
And touched the sound of hangover
And in the vile light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking while drinking
People hearing while sobering
People singing songs that voices shouldn't share
Why do they dare
Disturb the sound of hangover
"Fools" said I
"You do not know, drunken singing surely grows
Hear my words so that I might teach you
Shut the fuck up before I smack you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
In the wells of hangover
And the people bowed and prayed
To the porcelain god they claimed
And signs were flashing in warning
In the words that it was forming
And the words said
"The words of prophet barf barf barf barf
And bathroom stalls
And whispered in the sounds........of hangover
I'm currently on a bus and barely alive. A litre of wine paired with a few beers did me well.
I'm just a little hung over and burnt out, but it's nothing major. Coffee is great right now.
Sliding we go
Only beer on our side
To the edge of the bar etc etc
We could start a 'who will feel the roughest today' poll?
you're speaking too loud
My money's on NP.
Why did I eat stuffed jalapeños like they were potato chips?
He's still in his 20s. Anyone seen or heard from Perun lately?
I think this was either Saap or NP this morning...
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