"Ugh, my head is pounding. I shouldn't have had that last drink."
"I feel like a train wreck. How are we going to survive today?"
"Why did we think it was a good idea to drink so much last night?"
"I can barely remember anything. My liver is definitely not happy with me."
"I need a gallon of coffee to survive this day."
"Coffee won't be enough. We need a miracle cure for this hangover."
"I can't believe we have to be functional human beings today."
"We're in for a rough ride. Maybe we can blame it on bad sushi or something."
"I can't even look at food right now. The thought of it makes me nauseous."
"I never want to see another drink or greasy food for the rest of my life."
"Do you remember anything we did last night?"
"I hope we didn't embarrass ourselves too much."
"I swear, I'm never drinking again."
"We need some serious self-control."
"Is it possible to die from a hangover?"
"Let's just survive the day and promise ourselves we'll never do this again."
"I can't believe we have responsibilities today. I just want to crawl back into bed."
"We should have stuck to our 'one drink' rule."
"We never learn. Now we're paying the price."
"I feel like I've aged 10 years overnight."
"Do you think anyone can smell the alcohol on us?"
"I can't believe we thought shots were a good idea."
[text]: Ugh, my head is killing me. Did we really have that many shots last night?
[text]: Can we declare today a national holiday for hungover people? I need to recover ASAP.
[text]: I feel like a zombie right now. Any chance you can bring me some coffee and a big plate of greasy food?
[text]: Remember when we thought that last round of tequila shots was a good idea? My liver definitely regrets it.
[text]: I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk. How did we even end up at that karaoke bar?
[text]: Is it too early to start counting down the hours until it's acceptable to take a nap?
[text]: I just saw a picture from last night. Who let us dance on the tables?
[text]: I'm convinced that hangovers were invented to punish us for having fun.
[text]: The sound of a doorbell right now feels like an explosion in my head. Please be quiet!
[text]: I'm contemplating crawling to the fridge, but I'm not sure I have the energy. Send help!
[text]: Water, Advil, and a dark room are the holy trinity of hangover remedies. I'm practicing all three right now.
[text]: If I could choose any superpower right now, it would be the ability to rewind time and undo last night's mistakes.
[text]: My dignity is still recovering.
[text]: Can we make a pact never to touch alcohol again? At least until the next weekend.
[text]: I've never appreciated a good slice of pizza more than I do in this very moment. It's the ultimate hangover cure.
[text]: The sunlight is my sworn enemy right now. It's like a thousand daggers piercing through my eyelids.
