Best hangover prevention though is a glass of water and a hydocodone. I had several leftover after an appendectomy last year…drank a ton and was fresh as a daisy the next day each time.

This right here. Oxycodones work too.

You guys need to just drink and not pop the pill. Save the pill for the next day when you really need it.

100% correct sir!!!

The next day I would be super pissed cuz its basically wasting the vicodin. I used to get super drunk and smoke all my weed too even though when I was super drunk weed didnt do much at that point. Something about being in that state of drunkeness where you think if you keep smoking a lot yo eventually will get super high, but you never do.

Just a waste of good nuggets.

Best hangover cure is xanax and pot.

I have excised large chunks of my memory this way.

Yeah me too. I used to pop a vicodin and drink beer and then pop another one hours later. Those times were the worst lookin back at it. I would get wayyyyy to fucked up and forget shit.

I remember going to the bathroom at the stadium and popping a vicodin and drinking beer like it was water.

I have excised large chunks of my memory this way. Also, turns out that it makes me converse with people on Facebook that I haven’t actually spoken to in decades. I only know this the way that Burroughs knew of his bad years in Algeria: the text remains.

Worst hangover you’ve ever had…..and, go!

Jesus. Too many to choose from, but probably the first (and only, I guess) time I was in New Orleans. Probably mixed about 8 different liquors, but it was the absinthe that did me in. Don’t recall a piece of the night after that, but my wife and her friends evidently just kept dragging me around to different places, where I would sleep face-first on the bar. Supposedly no bartender had a problem with this.

The next day was like a worse version of the Bataan Death March, starring only me and a toilet that couldn’t flush all the way.

I have since cut back on drinking quite a bit cuz its the worst feeling in the world when you wake up and dont remember shit.

Yep, I’ve done things like that before. I used to be an awful drunk. Now I just get sleepy and irritable. And I talk way too loud.

About 3 years ago I got wasted at a Brewers game. Dont remember anything past the 5th inning. I remember going to the bathroom at the stadium and popping a vicodin and drinking beer like it was water.

The next morning I woke up with 2 holes in my wall, my garbage upside down on top of my entertainment center, the remote for the TV shattered, and pizza sauce all over the kitchen and living room floor.

I have no idea what happened. Scary.

And I talk way too loud.

I’m a bit of a loud-talked myself. fortunately I have a buddy who drinks faster than me and is much, much louder, therefore rendering me almost mute.

worst part of a hangoveer is not the headache, its the fatigue

I think it’s the constant feeling like you could puke if you move the wrong way too fast.

Yep, I’ve done things like that before. I used to be an awful drunk. Now I just get sleepy and irritable. And I talk way too loud.

i did a number on a gf’s dorm room one halloween. dressed up like eddie from iron maiden, got hammered, went to her place, got mad for some reason, threw shit around, then puked

Indeed, my father’s side of the family is from there!

Worst hangover you’ve ever had…..and, go!

I’d have to say about 12 years ago, staying at a hotel with a bunch of friends, spent probably 4 hours in the hot tub slamming beers after an all day drinkathon. woke up the next morning and went to McD’s already feeling rough. took about 2 bites from a double quarter pounder and that’s all I could take down. had to ride home with the worst driver I have ever been in a vehicle with. laid on the couch the rest of the day sweating and wanting to throw up, but couldn’t. just awful.

Difficult. I think my worst ever though was still my freshman year of college. I was drinking in my suite mate’s room. Beer, Southern Comfort, and tequila…in no particular order. Was already pretty drunk when someone dared me to do 5 shots in a row, three of tequila and two of Southern Comfort 100 Proof (the black label, not the pussy 70 proof white label stuff). I did them all in a row, though I don’t remember anything past the third one.

I woke up the next morning in my room in a pool of my own vomit. But it was quite the circuitous route there. I had apparently walked my friend Ashley back to her dorm across campus. But then she realized her cell phone was still in my room. So we walked back. By the time we were walking back, I was (I’m told) stumbling everywhere and she decided that she would walk back by herself lets campus cops see me. I tried to walk her back anyway, fell down the stairs in the dorm (my room was on the second floor), started to pass out in the first floor hallway, before my roommate woke up, dragged me back up the stairs and threw me on my bed, fortunately face down (though I think that was by chance and not by design).

My head felt the next day like I had been stabbed repeatedly. My vision was blurred, my mouth was the worst, driest cotton mouth ever. But my stomach was so messed up I couldn’t even hold water down. I sat in the shower for an hour with the water on, drinking some of it, and then immediately throwing it back up.

Really, death would have been kinder.