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Dinner yesterday was at the in-laws place Mrs Lee proceeded to get off her face Her and our hostess are best friends alright But not too much for me for 'tis a school night It started off fine, a...
My head's on fire Build my funeral pyre I might expire I feel so dire Last night's a blur Just him and her My brain won't whir I don't concur I might just die Bid life goodbye Why. Why. Why.
I swear I'm not drunk Ok Yes I am Staying out late Waiting on the fam' This be the worst post I ever did write All jacked up on vodka Tequila And sprite So yeah screw you spell check All Checking my...
Laying in my bed last night, I heard my stomach grumble. I rushed towards the toilet, but on my way I took a tumble. My cheeks filled with sick, then it just exploded on the floor.
My bones are aching, My neck is sore. I can't talk, Because if I do I sound like I'm on deaths door or have been chain smoking all my life.
As Big Ben introduced the New Year. We had lots of music and plenty of cheer. Exploding fireworks lit up the night sky. Vibrant bright colours teased our eyes. I might've drunk a little too much wine.
A years regret is all forgotten tonight for tonight is the beginning of the next regretful year.
@adventchallenge. It's Boxing Day already. I've just got out of bed. I think I may be hungover. There's a pain inside my head. OMG look at the time. It's nearly midday. And I've invited guests.
Never again, that's what I say, Well... at least not until Christmas Day. Hangover from hell, two dayer I think; That's what happens when your poured free drink.
I lift my head, My eyes feel dry, My vision hazy Feel like I'm gonna die. My head bangs, My mouth's dry too. Dress still on And wearing one shoe. I think back To the events of last night.
What a mess. My body's been test. With copious amounts. Of shots all about. Mixers and cocktails. Downed like a good girl. But when I did wake. The loo saw my intake. As tummy combusted.
Different writes for different days. Early morning hangover haze. A wonderful night went thru to morning. Birthdays should come with a government warning. Drunk a lot but didn't get slaughtered.
So every Sunday well almost every Sunday I wake up to nurse a hangover. Nearly every Sunday I wake up in a room nothing like mine.
I've had a bit too much. Of booze and food and such. Now I find. I am consigned. To Monday morning's touch. Hope it don't last long. Just feel oh so wrong. My body's saying. For Sunday you're paying.
//This is my new storry. Anyone wanting to be tagged, leave username in the comments// Gotta Be you •Chapter 1• *ZAYN POV* I grumbled and sat up in bed.
Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Oh Ed-ward, kumbaya Whilst I'm still drunk I'll be singing like it or not you'll be listening O Edward Kumbaya Whilst...
It's a pity when you wake up, After such a good night out, And every single whisper, Feels like a malicious shout.
Last night I fancied some cider. Drunk quite a lot ....nice. And although my heads not great. Feels like its in a vice. My virtual drinking partner. The vino and tea drinking Lee.
I know a Miss who was on the piss Quaffing loads of cider Headhurty surely in the post With all that booze inside her Me, I'm fine, I drank my wine Then washed it down with tea I didn't need the...
Summer is here hooray. However I am getting concerned about the unusually high amount of cretinous vermin that seemed to have come out of their holes.
Sunday morning, I have survived Why on earth was I up at half past five I drunk some but didn't get too pissed Yet here comes pain with its bastard kiss Personally I blame the ale Bought in haste for...
Oh god, Should I regret my Decision last night. My stomachs just not happy with me, And heads becoming irritated. @gazplend was the first to say, I was wasted when I didn't think I was.
Saturday nights can be oh so cruel. I sat up all night like a drunken fool. I fell asleep at 1pm Sunday. And didn't wake up 'til about 7:30. My head is still thumping. From all the shot-dunking.
I appear to have a fuzzy head. That I can't quite lift from my bed. Maybe it was the two for one. Not sure, but I had some fun. Think this morning will be spent mopin'.