When I finished work at half one last night, I had, in the space of twenty minutes, a pint of Fosters, two Jagerbombs, four straight Jagermeisters and three Sourz shots. Felt fine, woke up fine, and now, an hour before I begin my next shift, I've just been hit with a hangover.
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