snugtop Posted May 21, 2005 Share Posted May 21, 2005 I'm groaning and sick as a dog. I'm about to hobble my sorry ass over to a diner because eggs and hash browns have curative hangover powers but I know as soon as I order I'll be repulsed by the sight of food. I thought y'all otter know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ed_Hobbick Posted May 21, 2005 Share Posted May 21, 2005 Hang In there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
knelson Posted May 21, 2005 Share Posted May 21, 2005 She can't be that hung over if she's making otter jokes. You otter know better than that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badvoodoo Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 Sunday was my day of atonement. Took me friggin forever to make it through an egg scramble and homefries, but it hooked me up right in the end. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KaskadskyjKozak Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 You've got to have the hair of the dog that bit you... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cj001f Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 Miso & Sushi. or as recommended to me by an Aussie/Swede Vegimite on Toast and a cup of tea w/milk & sugar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 Mangosteen and Oxygen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thelawgoddess Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 how 'bout a big plate of spaghetti? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KaskadskyjKozak Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 (edited) how 'bout a big plate of spaghetti? How about a nice, greasy pork sandwich, served on a dirty ashtray? Edited May 24, 2005 by KaskadskyjKozak Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 Bile Julep Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 how about half of a bottle of beer with a cigarette butt in it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kitergal Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 V-8! down a v8 when your hung over...and your better in 10 minutes! I swear by the stuff! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thelawgoddess Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 i wonder if that's why they stock v8 in the fridge here at work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cobra_Commander Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 V8 = cat feces. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thelawgoddess Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 V8 = cat feces. personally, i'd rather eat v8 than cat feces. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cobra_Commander Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 debatable. dissolved cat feces w/a decent chaser easily trumps V8. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
selkirk Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 But V8 lacks that ever so satisfying crunch of little bits of embedded kitty litter. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 V8 = warm up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E-rock Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 TV and a blow job. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 VD and a blow job. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Macson Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 Cold pizza and warm beer with a cigarette butt in it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpinfox Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 The doctor's presciption is: Two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
specialed Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 And a pair of golf shoes, or no one here will get out alive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
specialed Posted May 24, 2005 Share Posted May 24, 2005 The doctor's presciption is: Two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. No way , that's just a standard breakfast. If you're hungover, add a grapefruit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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