Picture this: You pop to the pub with your mates after work, and one small glass becomes two becomes a whole bottle becomes you just keep saying “another large glass for me please!” every time someone offers a round.

Picture this: You pop to the pub with your mates after work, and one small glass becomes two becomes a whole bottle becomes you just keep saying "another large glass for me please!" every time someone offers a round.

^ You, living like there’s no tomorrow last night.

(Spoiler alert: There is a tomorrow.)

Warner Bros

You Uber home, topple into bed with one arm pulled out of your jumper sleeve, wait for the room to stop spinning and pass out. Only to wake up like this:

^ You, now, tomorrow, forever in the time-space vortex of endless suffering known as a hangover.

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After you use up every iota of energy you have pulling your sorry self out of bed at whatever ungodly hour it is, you stumble to the fridge. Your stomach’s turning and your head is split into a million tiny pieces. It’s rough.

After you use up every iota of energy you have pulling your sorry self out of bed at whatever ungodly hour it is, you stumble to the fridge. Your stomach's turning and your head is split into a million tiny pieces. It's rough.

^ You, wishing for death before needing to get up to pee.

Cartoon Network

But last weekend’s leftover pizza will fix it, right?

But last weekend's leftover pizza will fix it, right?

^ You, trying to eat away the pain.

HBO

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The Tastes of India

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Here's What You Should Actually Eat When You're Hungover

Picture this: You pop to the pub with your mates after work, and one small glass becomes two becomes a whole bottle becomes you just keep saying “another large glass for me please!” every time someone offers a round.

You Uber home, topple into bed with one arm pulled out of your jumper sleeve, wait for the room to stop spinning and pass out. Only to wake up like this:

After you use up every iota of energy you have pulling your sorry self out of bed at whatever ungodly hour it is, you stumble to the fridge. Your stomach’s turning and your head is split into a million tiny pieces. It’s rough.

But last weekend’s leftover pizza will fix it, right?

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