The good little girl, who never stayed out past midnight, would have no idea what a hangover feels like. All she knew about it [essentially how it is portrayed in popular culture] was that you woke up feeling like your head is going to implode, your stomach contents seem to have an affinity for the toilet bowl, and you believe that anything or anybody that makes a loud noise should be eradicated from this earth.
I was that girl. Until this morning. Let's just say inflammatory processes, necrosis and neoplasia are the least of your worries when you feel like you're likely to hurl at any given minute, or so dehydrated that you can drink a [freshwater] lake.
At least Yoni was there to give me a hi-5. I believe the whiskey did him no favours this morning. Thankfully, Myriam only has a birthday once a year.
WHOoo! hangovers!
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