Hangover cures

[telectrix]

be a man and get the frying pan on.

 

[Kamikaze]

No fry-up is complete with some hush browns and we don’t have any. How can you spend £200 and not get any hush browns ffs. Maybe the world has ended and this is hell. It’s all beginning to make sense now.

 

[OldLady]

No Booze, it must be hell!

 

[telectrix]

no hash browns?? just do a bit of toast with ketchup on it.

 

[topcat]

I still think beer but wife would say not she said breakfast and tea

 

[bigbaddave]

last time i did a bike ride, i was 14.

And how many years ago was this ?

 

[trev]

Lemmy's answer to hangovers....never sober up completely.

 

[telectrix]

And how many years ago was this ?

1

1961, ish.

 

[Thefailsafe2012]

Stick yer fingers down ya gullet and clear yourself out mate! Then get the fry up in ya!

 

[moospark]

What's a hangover?

 

[Kamikaze]

A hangover is….Attending your company Christmas party and having your brains smashed out with something called Jagger Bonds or something like that (can’t remember the name) & engaging Infinite Improbability Drive while hanging out of your backside the following day and spending all day in bed.
Memories are never as clear as I would like them to be. When I try to bring one into focus and hold the image in my mind, it wobbles and slips away, dissolving into an abstract blend of impressions. Occasionally I remember a fragment I had forgotten, like kissing the big chief “Running With Dough” on the forehead and declaring my undying love for him by telling him he is the best. Well, not the best of the best. Because I’m the best. But the best of what is left. And asking him if he wants to go out with me. And I may have offered to guess the colour of the secretaries knickers by licking them. But apparently I’m crap at that game because I just couldn’t get that right. I so hope that I have just dreamt all that and none of it is true. :cry_smile:

 

[steve50]

was a good night

 

[moospark]

A hangover is….Attending your company Christmas party and having your brains smashed out with something called Jagger Bonds or something like that (can’t remember the name) & engaging Infinite Improbability Drive while hanging out of your backside the following day and spending all day in bed.
Memories are never as clear as I would like them to be. When I try to bring one into focus and hold the image in my mind, it wobbles and slips away, dissolving into an abstract blend of impressions. Occasionally I remember a fragment I had forgotten, like kissing the big chief “Running With Dough” on the forehead and declaring my undying love for him by telling him he is the best. Well, not the best of the best. Because I’m the best. But the best of what is left. And asking him if he wants to go out with me. And I may have offered to guess the colour of the secretaries knickers by licking them. But apparently I’m crap at that game because I just couldn’t get that right. I so hope that I have just dreamt all that and none of it is true. :cry_smile:

Thanks for clarifying that. Forewarned is forearmed

 

[john25]

Drink a few Powerup/Nuitriment Vitamin shakes (that you get in the shop) they work wonders.

 

[Sintra]

Chocolate ice cream or a mcd's milkshake.