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Everybody needs to have at least one soul crushing hangover in their life. It's character building.
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Everybody needs to have at least one soul crushing hangover in their life. It's character building.
If port win the premiership, I promise I'll get drunk for the first time in a decade.
We played the front bar there a couple of weeks ago. Always been a cool place.The Gov sounds great. I need to haul ass to Adelaide on a weekend when Port are on at the oval and a good band are playing at the Gov.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing some chick become completely lifeless and get thrown around the pit at limp bizkit from my spot in the stalls. She had become liquid, sublimating from person to person as she was ragdolled across the pit by overzealous meatheads.
Pure ******* poetry.
Everybody needs to have at least one soul crushing hangover in their life. It's character building.
We played the front bar there a couple of weeks ago. Always been a cool place.
Wake up>vomit in the bed and just let it lie there >lie in bed for an hour expecting Mr reaper to come visit and wondering when this all happened>gather energy to stand in shower for 20 minutes drinking water non stop>twl minute noodles with powerade>realisation that next time you can go harder
Ah trains. Worst random campaigner experience I've had was taking the train back from a match against Melbourne at the MCG. To compound the loss, as going along, suddenly have a lap and top full of glass as some random had lobbed a brick at the passing train. Count myself lucky that although I ended up with glass from chest down to toes, somehow none on any exposed skin or the face / neck. You don't have to go far to see people you wonder how the hell they haven't either a) been thrown in jail for an extended period of time already or b) managed to not wipe themselves out with assorted drugs or c) stumble into the path of a moving vehicle whilst under influence of said drugs.Man the worst I’ve had is someone throw a plastic bottle at me out a train after I got off it when I was in high school.
I quite nearly cried.
Someone pulled over in a shitty ford laser and hit me on the bicep with a baseball bat completely without provocation. Just outside the dine in pizza hut near marion around 8pm I reckon 8 years ago - leaving my left arm unusable, leaving me unable to drive my manual car home. Miss feel heard the lot of it as I was on the phone to her at the time, naturally she was pretty distressed.
They came out of the car yelling and screaming "campaigner" (lol) and whacked me on the arm full on. I calmly questioned them to which they replied they had mistook me for someone.
They then told me to "keep on being a sick campaigner, ey?" and piled back into their car and bailed. It was all very sudden, very bizarre and I'm extremely lucky it didn't break a bone as it swelled horrendously.
Guess I just look like a guy who needs a good thrashing with a baseball bat.
Ah trains. Worst random campaigner experience I've had was taking the train back from a match against Melbourne at the MCG. To compound the loss, as going along, suddenly have a lap and top full of glass as some random had lobbed a brick at the passing train. Count myself lucky that although I ended up with glass from chest down to toes, somehow none on any exposed skin or the face / neck. You don't have to go far to see people you wonder how the hell they haven't either a) been thrown in jail for an extended period of time already or b) managed to not wipe themselves out with assorted drugs or c) stumble into the path of a moving vehicle whilst under influence of said drugs.
I had a mate claim to have drunk nearly 2 bottles of whiskey in one night.
Said he woke up not knowing what he was.
Whiskey hangovers can be deceiving.
You first wake up feeling ok, good even, and you think "yeah but it'll hit me later" but you're still ok even leading up to midday. You foolishly think that this time it will be different.
Then it hits. Your brain ceases to function and your motor skills are anything but 'fine'. Your head starts throbbing like a solid steel ball is bouncing around inside your skull in slow motion. Any sound, no matter how slight, causes a fury unlike anything you've ever known.
The only way to dim the pain is to drink a few more dram with a handful of ibuprofen while pouring gallons of cold water down your gullet in a vain attempt to rehydrate.
The next level up is rum hangovers.