Quotes About Hangover

You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.

The use of IV replacement of electrolytes and fluids should be in a time when someone is unable to keep fluids down. If your hangover is so bad that every time you drink a sip of Gatorade, you instantly vomit, and you're actively being dehydrated, absolutely you need replacement via an IV.

I have never been a Conservative, or at least not since being a young teenager. My father voted Conservative, and even his doing that was a hangover from the '50s and '60s, which may have been an influence on me.

Bunch was always a rescue of sorts...whether from the confusion and regret of a hangover, the intolerable presence of a roommate, or just the general despair of Saturdays.

Hair of the dog and to keep me company I made a drink.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Nick felt a tear rise to his eye at the thought of the child's utter innocence of hangovers.

I had a werewolf morning. Awoke with a rum hangover, imagined blood on the walls, and prayed to god it was mine.

You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women.

You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women. Women made me sick.

When a forty-minute swim in the Hendrix's underground pool failed to dispel either the longing for Miriam Bancroft's torrid company or the Merge Nine hangover, I did the only thing I felt equipped for. I ordered painkillers from room service, and went shopping.

The best cure for a hangover is something one straight man can't do for another straight man.

At the millennium we partied like it was 1999. And then we had a 10 year bathtub tequila hangover, man. Just hugging the metaphorical toilet on a daily basis.

I had a werewolf morning. Awoke with a rum hangover, imagined blood on the walls, and prayed to god it was mine.

Tied one on last night. Not feeling great this morning. I was trying to sleep it off, unfortunately, it was on the casino floor.

March is the month God created to show people who don't drink what a hangover is like.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

Home is where you hang your hangover.

Yes, it is the Big Easy, home of the shortest hangover on the planet, where libation can greet you on Monday morning with the same smile as it did on Saturday night.

Might let him take it home and slaughter that/ He got friends for all of my friends/ They ain't leaving 'till we say when/ And we gon' hangover the next day.

The vile beverage packed plenty of kick; he hadn't had a hangover this bad since his wedding night. His head was spinning, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth tasted like he'd been chewing on bantha fur.

He dozed off, into a dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like seconds but was in fact hours, and awoke hungover, the inner surface of his skull pulsing like a single, giant nerve being chewed by some ruminant animal.

He was suffering," Miranda recalled, while Parker promptly rolled his eyes. "Not such a stretch, O Psychic One. The guy did have a bullet hole in him." Miranda disregarded the comment. "No…before that, I mean. Some kind of punishment. His throat was raw, and his lips were all cracked. He could taste his own blood. And he really needed water." "Bar fight and hangover. Mystery solved.

Make her stop. I'm hungover and she has a robot. It's not fair." "Life is fair only in the grave and in the bedroom. This, you will notice, is neither.