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Narnis understand how the Conscience. It's skinny skinny maiden with a scythe. She is not so merciful as Death. It does not seek to provide relief and eternal rest. It forces you to live and suffer. Hungover and Conscience doubly terrible. This nasty little lady gets in the head with a hammer from the inside and brazenly calls itself the "inner voice".

- You look sick!
- Hangover - briefly replied, gripping his head tighter, for fear she might go apart.
My Lord is very upset over the death of his friend and attempted to drown out the emotional pain of fortified wine, again acted as interpreter of Vereena. Now he is tortured not only regret the loss of Franco, but the strongest hangover - slyly added non-drinking vampiric.

- Well you see yesterday?
- Tell me about it. Still stormy.

- God, I'm so hungover! It has never been! We have died?
- I feel great this morning ran 5 miles!
Really?
- No, I was puking in the shower.

- Hangover?
- ...
- What have you got to offer?
- Quick funeral!

Sidelong glances, blank faces,
Yesterday didn't drink, but still pulls hangover.

- Know how to deal with a hangover? Not to stop drinking.

Death is like awakening after a good binge drinking: first - two seconds of innocent freedom, and then you start to remember things last night that seemed so logical and funny. Then you remember a really amazing trick with a lampshade and two balloons, over which all laughed to abdominal pain. Then realize that today you have to look people in the eye, but today you are sober and they are also sober, and most importantly - you and they remember.

He somehow got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed, and on his breast appeared the inscription: "do Not turn over! - Glass - Top".

I once asked if I suffer from major advantage-price. In order to have a hangover, you need to stop drinking. So this problem just does not arise.

As the New year meet, so in the morning water and drink.

I can't tell you about
He was shot down and well-cut
Although tall and dark, and slender,
But I agree, not Apollo.
The mind is not poor and not tight
In downhole hours of fun
Knew how to build leisure,
That died in the morning with a hangover.
Played sparkles dreams
The emeralds young eyes
And defiantly curled Vlas
Contrary to the Barber of efforts.

The most severe hangover you can get from a heady sense of impunity.

Difficult to see hope with a hangover.