Okay. So you wanna know what hangover feels like.
It's waking up with your mouth dry like the Sahara desert. No liquid will quench it... I know, horrifying. Your head will feel light like you're a walking dead and you'll feel like EVERYTHING is dancing. Your body will be the heaviest thing you can ever imagine you'll never want to stand up and your legs will give up on you. And your stomach... for goodness's sake, your stomach will feel like you're gonna throw up any minute but you won't. It will feel like there's a rock lying on your belly and everything will taste like crap. You'll know when you're gonna throw up. Trust me, you'll know. It's like having food shoved in your mouth but the other way around... it will be like food forcing it's way to freedom out of your fücking system. And lastly, you'll feel like a total piece of shīt. Everything won't be nice for you and even the tune of Fleur de lis will make you dizzy. Everyone's voice will be annoying(Yes, even your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/partner/whatever) and will sound like a metal goddamned rock. So, if you're hangover and won't heed my fücking warning, I suggest you drink lots and lots of fücking water until you pee the fcking liquor out of your fcking body. After you drink lots of water, sleep away and warn everybody you're gonna wage a red flag and turn into a Tasmanian devil to anybody who's gonna wake you up.
How do I fcking know? I know because as I'm fcking typing this fcking tirade I'm fcking hangover and that's why you have to excuse my fùcking foul language. Thank fcking you. :)
Very yours truly,
(Imagine my fcking signature just right fcking here)
The Hangover Letter Sender, 20
P.S. You'll say you're never drinking again... BUT YOU WILL!
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