Novel & Cerita Hangover Funny Lines

It was like one of Hangover movies. “Seriously, what happened that day?” Hannah asked getting serious for a second. “Hell if I know!” I said trying to remember. “All I know we both have a small scars on our legs.” Hannah said. “On the same spot!” I said smiling acidly. We looked at each other and started laughing again. We couldn't stop, we couldn't breathe! There were moments when we gasped for air but we still couldn't stop laughing! I really missed this… “What's funny ladies?” We immediately stopped laughing when we saw Gorilla and Mike in front of us. Hannah coughed and I was holding my lips tight so I could suppress laughter. Gorilla was upset over something and Mike was smiling lightly

When eating breakfast, Ashley still gambled. Chef Linton put a variety of breakfast on the table, and said with a smile, "You drank all the hangover soup, so I feel relieved! Although this hangover soup tastes bad, it is the most effective for hangovers, and it will definitely not cause headaches." "..." Ashley sighed secretly, she would rather have a headache. But she still had to smile at Chef Linton against her will, "Aunt Linton, sorry for the trouble!"

13 Sidney peeled her dehydrated eyes open as the early morning sun pierced into her room. As her consciousness surfaced, she felt the thin, uncomfortable wake of all her drinks from the previous night. The high-altitude air she heaved during her run through the dark exacerbated the hangover spreading through her. Her head ached along the back of her forehead, the painful pressure begging her to close her eyes again.

My Saturday morning feels like shit. Drinking too much last night was the greatest regret of my life. I found Toma laughing at me because of my bad drinking habits. "Dude, didn't we both swear not to drink too much anymore?" "That was my b-bad, I forgot." I feel like my headache's going to kill me right now. "Want me to buy you some pills for your hangover?" "Mmm, yes please."

The pain on my head annoyingly kept coming back. I was hung over. Gosh, last night was a disaster. I could remember the events that happened last night. I'd gone from eating popcorn in my old sweatpants and watching serial killer documentaries to walking into some night club and getting drunk. And throwing up. The thought causes me to wince in pain and I facepalm myself in embarrassment. " Look who finally woke up, " Lauren said as she walked in and I looked at her " I am never letting you drink again "

The drinking binge that took place at night could not but affect Annelle’s morning meetings for work. My head was pounding from the hangover and lack of sleep, so much so that even two aspirin tablets were of no help. The only consolation was the almost professional makeup applied by a friend who spent the night on the sofa. Although she herself painted quite brightly, preferring dark shades of shadows shaded almost to the eyebrows, and long arrows peeking out from behind extended eyelashes, she also had a keen eye for the most delicate nude images.

I said while batting my eyes in the same ridiculous way I had seen her do. "Her name is stupid." "She's stupid." "I'm drunk." I sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Me too!" She started clapping and laughing like I had told her the best joke in the world. It was one in the morning, and we were heavily intoxicated, to the point of being crossed-eyed and unable to stand up straight. There was a party, a few blocks down from we had walked from at least one hour ago. I screamed under the loud base of the music and cries of fun that I wanted to talk to. I watch Lin double and hold her belly as she let her musical laugh, tears in her eyes and all.

I sat upright while running my fingers through my hair. Everything was swaying back and forth; I was still drunk, and it was already 2 in the afternoon. The morning sun beaming through my windows lit up my loft, causing tears. I tossed my red sheet aside before heading to the bathroom. Veering into the mirror, my hands turned the faucet on to cold. Splashing the cooling water on my hot face relieved the swaying in my head. How much did I drink last night? I went into the kitchen for some more alcohol to help me get through this hangover.

POV: Freya A blinding ray of morning sunlight pierced through the curtains, hitting my eyelids. I groaned, a wave of intense nausea rolling through my stomach as I shifted against the impossibly soft mattress. Every muscle in my body ached with a deep, heavy soreness. As my mind slowly fought through the brutal haze of a whiskey hangover, the vivid, overwhelming memories of the night came rushing back.

I remember I do have heavy and long eyelashes but that doesn't mean that it has caused my eyelids to gain weight to be this heavy that they ain't opening. Wait a minute! It's just not my eyelids but even my body is in some odd heaviness. There's unbearable pain in my whole system. Did I get into some fight last night? Nope! Then what did I do last night to have such trouble in the early morning? Huff! My body is so sore and has turned into rock. 'Ah! Ah! Ah!' God! What kind of vision was that? Why I was shaking while making odd sounds? What I just recall was indeed me or someone else. Huff! My head is aching badly. I guess I got a hangover in the morning to deal with it the whole day. So fru