groooooooaaaaaaaaannn*

b/f: GOOOD MOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIINNNNG
Me: rot and die..
B/f: *prod* *prod* I think he's dead...
Me: G'way bastard.
B/f: I thought you didn't get hang-overs.
Me: *growl*
B/f: Can I tie your hair to the bedstead?
Me: *snarl*
B/f: awwww... don't worry I'll sit with you all day! And laugh, of course. Hey, wanna listen to some Iron Maiden?
Me: You are enjoying this far too much.
B/f: awwww...
Me: Touch me and loose a limb.


Bloody hang over prevention - what's the point when you're too bloody drunk to remember the bloody salt water?! I am never drinking again... *groan*