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Awoke today at ten to five Body aching, barely alive Glance in the mirror, pain has begun Result of an afternoon in the sun Off to work, I'm sure I'll pay Excess of a drunken Fathers Day I'll try to...
After a night of excess, Payment is due. Stomach is angry, Forehead is too. Reach for the tablets, Numbing the pain. What did I do. Dehydrated brain.
I stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut, eyeing a man across the street. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't figure out if that was good or bad.
After staying out all night He looked a bit of a sight His beard was growing Underwear showing And his eyes weren't all that bright See, he'd been to a place Proceeded to get off his face And now it...
I hate the morning after, When you feel as sick as hell, To be fair it's all my fault, Why I did it I can't tell, Because it's all about the fun, Until that next morning, When I lie in a heap on the...
If my back's anything to go by this morning then bathtubs are not recommended for sleeping in. Apart from that though it's all good.
A fellow decides to take off early from work and go drinking. He stays until the bar closes at three in the morning, at which time he is extremely drunk. After leaving the bar, he returns home on...
Good evening. So, we're on the Tain to the airport, this morning was a disaster. From forgetting guitars to being generally late and hungover, things were not going our way.
There's a head shaped hole on top of my neck, Oh wait, That is my head, But why must it be so painful. Why, oh why, oh why. Ow.
I woke up with head pounding and mouth dry. My legs and neck ached and complained loudly about being cramped up all night. I rubbed them vigorously and stretched them out trying to alleviate the pain.
Good Morning. Or should that be good afternoon. Last night turned into a bit of a whiskey fuelled mission playing Street Fighter with my drummer and swearing at foxes in the street.
The floor itself was so plain, so boring in fact that even a bull frog (an animal which never sleeps) could quite easily drift off just by looking at it.