Originally posted by chris stephensSouthern Comfort I know all too well , it was the others I hadn't heard of .
southern comfort is a whisky. irn bru and lucozade are soft drinks and bloody good hangover cures, which i know from years of experience!
irn bru is no longer sold in the U.S.A, cos the governement wanted to know what the secret ingredent was, and the compnay refused to tell them.
I guess I'm one of the lucky few who doesn't get bad hangovers as a rule . I have had some bad one's , but nothing really bad since college . I never feel like throwing up the next day though . I just drink black coffee , orange juice , and get some scrabbled eggs and hash-browns in me and I'm fine .
Originally posted by Moldy Crowa pot noodle is good for a hangover too.
Southern Comfort I know all too well , it was the others I hadn't heard of .
I guess I'm one of the lucky few who doesn't get bad hangovers as a rule . I have had some bad one's , but nothing really bad since college . I never feel like throwing up the next day though . I just drink black coffee , orange juice , and get some scrabbled eggs and hash-browns in me and I'm fine .
I know what happened to you wucky! How you broke your thumb. It came to me in a dream.
Ok, after you got really drunk, you decided you should probably head back home. Upon stumbling out of the bar, you see a fire hydrant, which, in your drunken stupor, you mistake for a telephone booth. You decide that this is the perfect chance to call your mother to say hi, and dig in your pocket for some change. In your right pocket, you find a strange flat metalic object, that you don't remember having before. But this interested you so much, that all thoughts of phoning your mother (luckily) went away, and without even checking your other pocket, you stumbled on. Studying the object with drunken attentiveness, you don't notice when you turn down into a small, dead end alleyway until you run into the wall at the opposite end. This crash causes you to lose hold of the object found in your pocket, and sends it sailing into a dumpster. Not ready to give up your new found prize, you quickly dive headfirst into the dumpster in search. After a few seconds of rumaging, a metallic cold finds your fingertips, and you take hold and withdraw yourself from the dumpster. Finally ready to go back home, you turn around only to see a tall, thin, creature glowing in a spooky light. The green light filled the alleyway. It looked like aliens did in the movies. Although you're quite scared, you find yourself strangely drawn to it. So much so, that you couldn't stop walking toward it. All the while, as you get closer, it just stares at you with those black empty eyes. When you reach it, the creature takes out a bat, and clubs you over the head. And your last two thought before slipping out of conciousness were 1. "Wouldn't aliens have a better technology than a bat?", and 2. "Why can't we just agree on a pronuciation for the word tomato?" Many hours later, upon regaining conciousness you find yourself on a grassy hillside over looking a neighborhood. You start to get up, but find yourself very dizzy. But you proceed anyway. You then fall and break your thumb, and again slip out of conciousness. THE END
Originally posted by ark13I would believe this story if it wasn't for one thing. We don't have fire hydrants in England. 😛
I know what happened to you wucky! How you broke your thumb. It came to me in a dream.
Ok, after you got really drunk, you decided you should probably head back home. Upon stumbling out of the bar, you see a fire hydrant, which, in your drunken stupor, you mistake for a telephone booth. You decide that this is the perfect chance to call your mother to s ...[text shortened]... roceed anyway. You then fall and break your thumb, and again slip out of conciousness. THE END
Originally posted by jimslyp69And what happens if there's a fire?
I would believe this story if it wasn't for one thing. We don't have fire hydrants in England. 😛
The fire hydrant was really just a device to show how drunk she really was. She was so drunk, she thought she saw a fire hydrant, and mistook it for a phone booth. But it was really some unknown, and shadowy figure.
Originally posted by wucky3I hope it's not broken. But if it is, make sure you get a good doctor (preferably a hand specialist), and tell him/her that you play the piano. A slight loss of function in one finger doesn't matter that much for most people, but if you play an instrument, it can be devastating. My mother broke her little finger two years ago, and there's some music she'll probably never be able to play again. 🙁
lol...i have lucozade now but it looks like i'm going to have to go to casualty and get my hand seen to...i've only just got my piano to. Damn! 😠