Cigars are lethal.
I think there may have been a couple of shots of midleton as well, even typing that has me nearly retching
One of the worst hangovers of my career occurred last Christmas after a bout of cigars. My stomach was fucked for days after it.
art what you need is a raw egg, break a raw egg and put it into a cup, then mix in the ashes from last nights cigar an consume contents…let me know how you feel after you read this pls
I just read that post & i am left with the feeling that your post was fucking stupid. 
I can barely get out of the bed for a piss and you expect me to hop on a bus into town and go scratching around on the pavement outside crowes
Depressed as fuck right now.
World Cup over.
Weekend over.
Shit GAA and association football results.
Suarez gone.
Watching the World Cup final in a place with a weird and threatening atmosphere where bogans were going off to the toilets 10 at a time to snort cocaine.
Hungover as fuck after being up all night and only getting up as it’s getting dark.
Still have over a week to kill and can’t work myself up to do anything worthwhile with it.
Facebook girl gone, but I keep seeing her in pubs and also keep thinking I’m seeing her in pubs when I’m not, and every time she posts something online a knife twists inside me. She’s a mile away but it might as well be 12,000. I’ve basically travelled 12,000 miles to sit on my own, one infuriating mile away from her.
Was drinking for eight hours and watched the hurling with lads from Moyross who were the soundest people you’d ever meet and are living in the same area as me, but don’t even have any contact details for them to meet up again. Haven’t a clue what to be at for the rest of the evening. Don’t want to go to the pub but may end up doing so just to avoid the crushing boredom and to escape having to think about anything. In fact I’m writing this message out of boredom. I’m on a balcony and half thought about having a jump when I got back this morning but that would only make things a lot worse, I think.
Also now really regretting not getting the number of a girl from Wexford I was talking to last night.
[QUOTE=“The Scouse Cafu, post: 983248, member: 2660”]Depressed as fuck right now.
World Cup over.
Weekend over.
Shit GAA and association football results.
Suarez gone.
Watching the World Cup final in a place with a weird and threatening atmosphere where bogans were going off to the toilets 10 at a time to snort cocaine.
Hungover as fuck after being up all night and only getting up as it’s getting dark.
Still have over a week to kill and can’t work myself up to do anything worthwhile with it.
Facebook girl gone, but I keep seeing her in pubs and also keep thinking I’m seeing her in pubs when I’m not, and every time she posts something online a knife twists inside me. She’s a mile away but it might as well be 12,000. I’ve basically travelled 12,000 miles to sit on my own, one infuriating mile away from her.
Was drinking for eight hours and watched the hurling with lads from Moyross who were the soundest people you’d ever meet and are living in the same area as me, but don’t even have any contact details for them to meet up again. Haven’t a clue what to be at for the rest of the evening. Don’t want to go to the pub but may end up doing so just to avoid the crushing boredom and to escape having to think about anything. In fact I’m writing this message out of boredom. I’m on a balcony and half thought about having a jump when I got back this morning but that would only make things a lot worse, I think.
Also now really regretting not getting the number of a girl from Wexford I was talking to last night.[/QUOTE]
Things may seem bad but in time you’ll see that not getting the wexford chick’s no was a real result.
[QUOTE=“The Scouse Cafu, post: 983248, member: 2660”]Depressed as fuck right now.
World Cup over.
Weekend over.
Shit GAA and association football results.
Suarez gone.
Watching the World Cup final in a place with a weird and threatening atmosphere where bogans were going off to the toilets 10 at a time to snort cocaine.
Hungover as fuck after being up all night and only getting up as it’s getting dark.
Still have over a week to kill and can’t work myself up to do anything worthwhile with it.
Facebook girl gone, but I keep seeing her in pubs and also keep thinking I’m seeing her in pubs when I’m not, and every time she posts something online a knife twists inside me. She’s a mile away but it might as well be 12,000. I’ve basically travelled 12,000 miles to sit on my own, one infuriating mile away from her.
Was drinking for eight hours and watched the hurling with lads from Moyross who were the soundest people you’d ever meet and are living in the same area as me, but don’t even have any contact details for them to meet up again. Haven’t a clue what to be at for the rest of the evening. Don’t want to go to the pub but may end up doing so just to avoid the crushing boredom and to escape having to think about anything. In fact I’m writing this message out of boredom. I’m on a balcony and half thought about having a jump when I got back this morning but that would only make things a lot worse, I think.
Also now really regretting not getting the number of a girl from Wexford I was talking to last night.[/QUOTE]
keep the flag flying pal… this forum needs you
@The Scouse Cafu[/USER] - have a cut off that Humberside slaphead [USER=179]@artfoley. That should cheer you up and it’ll give me a little boost too. Hey Foley, fuck you!
@The Scouse Cafu - get the fuck out of Sydney and jump on an internal flight up to Brisbane or Cairns. The weather will be better and the people will be nicer. Much more to see and do to take your mind off Facebook girl.
@The Scouse Cafu , that’s a belter of a post tho
do you still have the Belinda Carlisle back catalogue?
[QUOTE=“mickee321, post: 983272, member: 367”]@The Scouse Cafu , that’s a belter of a post tho
do you still have the Belinda Carlisle back catalogue?[/QUOTE]
Died with my old laptop but I’m sure I can always dig it up on YouTube. I have Heaven Is A Place On Earth on the MP3 player so I’ll either listen to that or this week’s World Football Phone-In when I’m next out for a walk or on public transport. Can always head down to Bondi beach and draw a circle in the sand if I feel like it, too. Coogee is probably nearer, though.
Knock the booze on the head till next Saturday.
There is a nice 5k run from Coogee beach to Bondi as far as I remember.
Run the shit out of yourself in a ‘self harming’ sort of a way. It will release positive endorphin’s.
The time difference is a cunt.
[QUOTE=“Kinvara’s Passion, post: 983286, member: 686”]Knock the booze on the head till next Saturday.
There is a nice 5k run from Coogee beach to Bondi as far as I remember.
Run the shit out of yourself in a ‘self harming’ sort of a way. It will release positive endorphin’s.[/QUOTE]
Have already done it. Ran about 10km last Thursday week - enjoyable at the time but as I had been out of practice in terms of running my back reacted rather badly for about a week afterwards and I decided to cut my losses and start hitting the bottle rather than do any more running.
[QUOTE=“Kinvara’s Passion, post: 983286, member: 686”]Knock the booze on the head till next Saturday.
There is a nice 5k run from Coogee beach to Bondi as far as I remember.
Run the shit out of yourself in a ‘self harming’ sort of a way. It will release positive endorphin’s.[/QUOTE]
I love that run. It’s one of the best scenic paths you’ll find anywhere. Comparable to the stretch from the velvet strand to malahide on the Fingal Riviera.
[QUOTE=“The Scouse Cafu, post: 983248, member: 2660”]Depressed as fuck right now.
World Cup over.
Weekend over.
Shit GAA and association football results.
Suarez gone.
Watching the World Cup final in a place with a weird and threatening atmosphere where bogans were going off to the toilets 10 at a time to snort cocaine.
Hungover as fuck after being up all night and only getting up as it’s getting dark.
Still have over a week to kill and can’t work myself up to do anything worthwhile with it.
Facebook girl gone, but I keep seeing her in pubs and also keep thinking I’m seeing her in pubs when I’m not, and every time she posts something online a knife twists inside me. She’s a mile away but it might as well be 12,000. I’ve basically travelled 12,000 miles to sit on my own, one infuriating mile away from her.
Was drinking for eight hours and watched the hurling with lads from Moyross who were the soundest people you’d ever meet and are living in the same area as me, but don’t even have any contact details for them to meet up again. Haven’t a clue what to be at for the rest of the evening. Don’t want to go to the pub but may end up doing so just to avoid the crushing boredom and to escape having to think about anything. In fact I’m writing this message out of boredom. I’m on a balcony and half thought about having a jump when I got back this morning but that would only make things a lot worse, I think.
Also now really regretting not getting the number of a girl from Wexford I was talking to last night.[/QUOTE]
Shite bro - that is not good.
I would knock the drink on the head for a while.
If you are that bored, get the hell out of there. You don’t have to stay somewhere that is making you feel so shite.
Just remember, bro, we love you. Remember that and you’ll be fine.
There’s a shed-load of brothels in oz. Go to one and forget this bird.
Fly to Melbourne and there’s a chick I’m still friends with who you could hook up with. She’s sound. I brought her to see Jason Byrne in Melbourne and she still had sex with me.