Some bloke; yes.
The picture with all the empty beer cans and vodka bottles, in the left hand side, a jug of bog cleaner (seriously, whats the point, other than to unblock something horrid that refuses to flush, of chemical bog cleaners? one is only going to cover the bowl again with a layer of feculent, creamy turd-streaks, drenched in piss right after cleaning, making it dirty again)
I was facetiously implying that yes, one would be...err...hung over, in a manner of speaking, after chugging 8 pints of loo cleaning fluid.
Myself though, I'll stick to the beer and vodka. Well, I'd sooner just have a few beers and shots to compliment an arm full of H/morphine/oxy/dipropionylmorphine and a nice handful of tranqs. No hangover that way when one lets the actual, properly decent drugs to do the leg-work, and just a few pints (of lager or/and ale, not shithouse cleansing fluid of course) to whet the appetite and keep from getting thirsty)
Although that said, I haven't actually had a hangover in years. Can't remember if I have even had one since I was legally old enough to drink.
Before that though I did give myself a few real stinkers. Like the time I was about 13-14 and downed an entire bottle of whisky. Can't stand the stuff, but it was obtainable, affordable on the remnants of my at the time, miserably meager kids income, post-spending almost all the rest on supplies for my lab. Which is where almost all my money at that age went on.
Where most kids that age I knew were spending pocket money and odd-job money (and in my case, opportunistic profit from whatever enterprises I could dream up to make a few extra quid) on the likes of candy, porn mags, cheap shitty cider and the like, I'd be off down the DIY stores and pharmacies spending my pocket money on sulfuric and hydrochloric acid, potassium permanganate, lithium batteries, ether, solvents and other things in that vein.
Or then there was the cointreau incident. Slugged down a full bottle of the stuff, and needless to say, threw my guts up quite spectacularly. And the hangover after waking up/coming round was something I can unfortunately still remember. To this day I can't drink the stuff, I can't even bear the smell of it now without my gorge rising. Instant aversion-therapy lol. I very much doubt I will ever, ever touch cointreau again, even though I'm 27 now, and at the time wasn't old enough to have left my Kanners spesh school that smell still instantly brings back the traumatic memories of that event, from wherever in my brain they are hard-wired and permanently psychically burnt in like it was the day after the morning after that evening (not the morning after itself however, as I was at that time, still paralytically shitfaced. Pretty sure all the teachers at my spazz school must have realized what was up. Although the faint scents of chloroform, ether, iodine and the tang of HCl coming off my clothing might have made them wonder just what I had been upto that weekend
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And needless to say, no I did NOT want to get out of bed and attend school.
