Hangovers are a reminder of what it’s all about. The pains of old age are the price you pay for being so lucky, as to get old. A sore Johnson from giving her the stars and stripes all night, a skinned knee from sliding into home plate, a black eye from finally kicking that mother f*ckers ass.

Real men get hangovers, and they are proud of them.

Good for you Wheel. Hare of the dog time.

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That's right. Now go in the livingroom and take a crap right in the middle of the carpet. She says anything about it, clean a few teeth out of her head. Then go to the garage, put your manhood on an anvil and pound it with a hammer.

That'll keep you busy until the cops get there. I don't think I have to tell you how to deal with them.

That should pretty much get you to forget all about that hangover.

^ coo-koo