Oh dear sweet jesus, never in my life have I been as hungover as I am on this most horrible of mornings. It’s as if my head has been forcibly shoved into a feverish horse’s rectum, while a fat man in lederhosen repeatedly bangs the outer rump with a Louisville Slugger. Nightmarish, to say the least.
I can only hope that last night’s festivities made today’s hell worthwhile. Given the lack of whores in my bed when I woke up, I have my doubts.