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Irn Bru is the only drink known to man-kind that can combact a force 10 hangover....



.....Vodka and Irn Bru is normally what brings on the force 10 hangover though
(most) Drifters are stupid.
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Not a random fact, we all know that already.
my arsehole is not a virgin anymore
Quote from BastianB :my arsehole is not a virgin anymore

18 years old and you'd never used your **** before? Do you not eat?
Or you'd never used it fot that before? Because this is either attention seeking or the lamest place to out yourself - ever.
Quote from S14 DRIFT :I believe they load it on those magical things known as "Lorries" and "Vans" and drive them to "distribution centers" where yet more "Lorries" and "Vans" drive them to stores across the country in order to be sold!

'Aint life magical..

Really!? :eek: when were they invented? Can i buy one? can i eat it? better yet can i stick it in places?

Quote from Dajmin :Thankfully!
However, returnable glass bottles (I think they were 22p when I left the country, what are they these days?) seem to be confined to north of the border. Sad.

You can now return them for 30p and it only costs a quid
Quote from Dajmin :18 years old and you'd never used your **** before? Do you not eat?
Or you'd never used it fot that before? Because this is either attention seeking or the lamest place to out yourself - ever.

had a visit to the doc because of some stomache pain. worst idea ever..
Quote from BastianB :had a visit to the doc because of some stomache pain. worst idea ever..

Did he let you lick the bowl? (stick covered in shit in this case)?
Quote from 91mason91 :Did he let you lick the bowl? (stick covered in shit in this case)?

next time i ask if i can take it home with me and then you´ll recieve it per package, ok?
Quote from Mackie The Staggie :Irn Bru is the only drink known to man-kind that can combact a force 10 hangover....



.....Vodka and Irn Bru is normally what brings on the force 10 hangover though

theirs a scale for hangovers?
Quote from theirishnoob :theirs a scale for hangovers?

Oh hell yes.

Force 1 – 3 = the kind of hangover which only knocks gently on the brain, introducing itself nicely in delicate tones. It has the good grace to hang around for a while, but by 10 am (assuming you got up at 8 am) it will very quietly leave, leaving no unwelcome presents. In fact it was so pleasant that you go out again just so he comes around a second morning

Force 3 – 5 = Ok, this is a bit more brutal. While still not enough to render the following day completely useless, work performance does drop by about 60%. Paracetamols will be needed. This is the kind of guy who constantly sits by you at work/school and never….ever shuts up. Sure you can block it out for a while, but sooner or latter you will snap, most likely at an innocent bystander/loved on who really isn’t at fault. When he does eventually leave at around 2pm (assuming you got up at 8 am) it leaves you questioning about having anything else to drink that night, although undoubtedly you will, in the vain hope that you have learned your lesson.

Force 6-8 = Getting bad now. Best describe this as the house guest that arrives, eats 3 spicy curries and then leaves a huge brown stain in the bowl, because that’s exactly how you fell at a Force 6 – 8 hangover. It lures you into a false sense of security when you wake up you feel fine…..but half way through that bacon roll or bowl of cornflake….BAM. You suddenly feel the need to rush of to the loo and revisit last night’s donnar kebab. After that it relentlessly pounds your cranium until you give in and curl into a fetal position in the corner of a darkened room, leaving the instruction on the door of “DO NOT DISTURB”

Force 9 = You’ve done it now. This is the hangover equivalent of getting a relentless kicking in the crown jewels, by the worlds strongest woman with steel toe capped high heels on……on her time of the month……after being dumped. There’s nothing you can do, you’ll spend half the time on the pan, the other half auditioning for a zombie roll in “Dawn of The Dead”. Words mean nothing and moving hurts, the telly is to loud even on mute, and the subtitles seem to shout at you. Sunlight is your enemy, it bounces of every surface right in the eyes, bringing on the headache of doom.

Force 10 = This has been officially described by doctors as one stage beyond death. You want to just stay in bed and die but you can’t. You have to try and clean the whole place down, as control of bowels was lost during the night. Chances are you have to head outside, in an attempt to obtain stuff to clean crap of walls. This is the hangover that seems to love the practical joke. It’s set you’re mobile phone to ‘Loud’ setting, and because you drank enough to make a Gazza ashamed you have done something very stupid….which means your mates phone, every 5 mins. The headache feels like hell, the stomach is worse than being at see in the perfect storm, nothing you do eases the pain, and time stops. You will never drink again……..




…….until the next weekend that is
Quote from Mackie The Staggie :Oh hell yes.

Force 10 = This has been officially described by doctors as one stage beyond death. You want to just stay in bed and die but you can’t. You have to try and clean the whole place down, as control of bowels was lost during the night. Chances are you have to head outside, in an attempt to obtain stuff to clean crap of walls. This is the hangover that seems to love the practical joke. It’s set you’re mobile phone to ‘Loud’ setting, and because you drank enough to make a Gazza ashamed you have done something very stupid….which means your mates phone, every 5 mins. The headache feels like hell, the stomach is worse than being at see in the perfect storm, nothing you do eases the pain except drinking Irn bru, and time stops. You will never drink again……..




…….until the next weekend that is

Fixed it for ya.
Quote from hyntty :You forgot the worst kind of hangover of all.. The Phil Collins hangover. Named after the British singer/songwriter Phil Collins. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvoAcEMC78M

If your suffering the Phil Colins hangover then there is no hoe for you. Thats off the Gale Force Scale of hangovers.
Clinophobia is the fear of beds and Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!

In the United States and many other countries, a person would never wear white clothes to a funeral.

Black is our color of mourning. But in Japan, black clothes would be out of place at a funeral, the Japanese color of mourning is white!

Many Americans and Europeans think that black cats are unlucky. But black cats are considered lucky in Japan. There's a Japanese saying that black cats "keep the devil away."
Quote from Mackie The Staggie :If your suffering the Phil Colins hangover then there is no hoe for you. Thats off the Gale Force Scale of hangovers.

well, haven been smashed more then paris hiltons lovely bits, ive never once been feeling like dying, puking badly and passing out sure, but a sore head in the morning is nothing, no money and having to walk 5 miles home...


though im pretty sensible when i drink, 12 cans of bulmers ( magners in england ) then onto JD's.... a night to remember...


hung over 2 days straight
Quote from Mackie The Staggie :Oh hell yes.

Force 1 – 3 = the kind of hangover which only knocks gently on the brain, introducing itself nicely in delicate tones. It has the good grace to hang around for a while, but by 10 am (assuming you got up at 8 am) it will very quietly leave, leaving no unwelcome presents. In fact it was so pleasant that you go out again just so he comes around a second morning

Force 3 – 5 = Ok, this is a bit more brutal. While still not enough to render the following day completely useless, work performance does drop by about 60%. Paracetamols will be needed. This is the kind of guy who constantly sits by you at work/school and never….ever shuts up. Sure you can block it out for a while, but sooner or latter you will snap, most likely at an innocent bystander/loved on who really isn’t at fault. When he does eventually leave at around 2pm (assuming you got up at 8 am) it leaves you questioning about having anything else to drink that night, although undoubtedly you will, in the vain hope that you have learned your lesson.

Force 6-8 = Getting bad now. Best describe this as the house guest that arrives, eats 3 spicy curries and then leaves a huge brown stain in the bowl, because that’s exactly how you fell at a Force 6 – 8 hangover. It lures you into a false sense of security when you wake up you feel fine…..but half way through that bacon roll or bowl of cornflake….BAM. You suddenly feel the need to rush of to the loo and revisit last night’s donnar kebab. After that it relentlessly pounds your cranium until you give in and curl into a fetal position in the corner of a darkened room, leaving the instruction on the door of “DO NOT DISTURB”

Force 9 = You’ve done it now. This is the hangover equivalent of getting a relentless kicking in the crown jewels, by the worlds strongest woman with steel toe capped high heels on……on her time of the month……after being dumped. There’s nothing you can do, you’ll spend half the time on the pan, the other half auditioning for a zombie roll in “Dawn of The Dead”. Words mean nothing and moving hurts, the telly is to loud even on mute, and the subtitles seem to shout at you. Sunlight is your enemy, it bounces of every surface right in the eyes, bringing on the headache of doom.

Force 10 = This has been officially described by doctors as one stage beyond death. You want to just stay in bed and die but you can’t. You have to try and clean the whole place down, as control of bowels was lost during the night. Chances are you have to head outside, in an attempt to obtain stuff to clean crap of walls. This is the hangover that seems to love the practical joke. It’s set you’re mobile phone to ‘Loud’ setting, and because you drank enough to make a Gazza ashamed you have done something very stupid….which means your mates phone, every 5 mins. The headache feels like hell, the stomach is worse than being at see in the perfect storm, nothing you do eases the pain, and time stops. You will never drink again……..




…….until the next weekend that is

Post of the year! (cup)
Quote from danthebangerboy :Fixed for you matey, or is that how center is spelt in madagascar??

It's in American English for God's sakes, don't ridicule the Americans for stealing the English people's language
Quote from 91mason91 :Santa clause was actaully purple but is now red because of coca cola.
Coca cola made satna red as part of their advertising campaign one christmas (forgot the date) and now santa is red... hoora coca cola!

Santa was never purple. They derived him from the german/dutch Sinterklaas (Saint Nicholas) who comes to bring gifts to children on the night of his nameday (dec 5/6). St Nick was a bishop of Myra (turkey), and hence was originally depicted in traditional bishop's robes (which indeed were purple), but that person was never Santa Claus.
Quote from TagForce :Santa was never purple. They derived him from the german/dutch Sinterklaas (Saint Nicholas) who comes to bring gifts to children on the night of his nameday (dec 5/6). St Nick was a bishop of Myra (turkey), and hence was originally depicted in traditional bishop's robes (which indeed were purple), but that person was never Santa Claus.

i meant sant clause as we know him today

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