Drunkslexia made me read it: "Hog yurt with booze and pain killers" which is hsthompson cool, in a tented bovine sorta way.
Hangover situation takes a massive amount of DRINKING to attain. Folks would be all passed out in various spots around the living room. Someone (usually me) would grab someone's keys and go encounter morning DRYs.
Bounty: bunch of plain double McCheeseburgers, Mcnuggets and then ginger ale from Tim's. After 8am, then it'd be beer.
Now I'm all hungry...
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Can we drink now? ---peetie44
At rock bottom, there is no down. ---The Oett ^ ^ ^ Yes his entire cutlery set and all utensils are made from assorted broken bottles.--- The Artful Detective
Just remember Hugh: a good cocktail in a shitty glass is better that a shitty cocktail in a pretty glass.---The Badfellow
I'll buy the first round if you promise to stop being a cunt. --- Dear Booze
My daughter worked at this divey breakfast joint/bar in Columbus. Only open from 7am till 3 pm. Served booze and breakfast called the Hangover Easy. Bitchin hangover grub. Dirty Sanchez was a huge breakfast burrito with eggs, chorizo, home fries and queso. Also the Porkbelly Benedict was the best hangover breakfast ever created by man.
Now you're ready for some anti-dry-otics!-BeerMakesMeSmarter
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider
Eggs, sunny side up. Bacon & duroc ham. Extra crispy hash browns. Rye toast. Hot pepper sauce. Side of bearnaise. A fluffy pancake with butter, strawberries and real maple syrup. Coffee with a shot of dark rum. Served in bed.
Drunkslexia made me read it: "Hog yurt with booze and pain killers"
Haven't you ever wanted to be inside a Mongolian hog yurt hopped up on bacon and pain killers? It's like a sort of vision quest as the Mongolians and their Tuvan brothern generally lack such time killing devices as televisions and the internet. Morphine infused bacon, however, seems to be plentiful.
I believe Palinka spent several months living in a hog yurt, subsisting off nothing more than the local Ghengis brand morphine bacon and a certain type of booze fermented from hog yoghurt. Very hardcore anthropological shit. We eventually found him out on the steppe clothed in bacon and speaking gibberish, evidence perhaps that he may have immersed himself a bit too deeply into his studies.
