Just thought I'd share this -
Worst hangover of my life happened after drinking Jagermeister and four beers my sophomore year of college.
My roommate and I decided to see who could take the most shots within five minutes. I won with 12.
Then I drank the four beers over one or two hours.
Got so drunk I thought my eyeballs were melting out of my head.
Decided it'd be funny to everyone if I got the Jager out of the freezer and chugged the rest of it (about 1/4 full).
I woke up the next morning with black puke in my bathtub, my toilet, my bathroom mirror, underneath my bed (the fuck?), and best of all - the ceiling above my toilet. The damn ceiling had a good sized splatter of puke. I'm assuming I tried to throw the puke in the air with my hands. Hopefully I didn't projectile to the ceiling.
I woke up at 5am and couldn't move. I literally stayed in my bed staring at the wall for four hours. I felt every minute. At around 9, I tried to get up, but my head felt like it had a sackful of bricks hanging from it. I remember trying to go to the bathroom but nothing would happen. I turned on the TV and stared at it until around 4pm. Around then, I thought I needed to drink water or something. I hadn't eaten, drank, or gone to the bathroom at all. I tried to get up but couldn't move.
Around 7pm, my roommate came in and found me. He, nice enough, cleaned all of my puke. Can you believe that? Then, he decided we should go to Laredo's. We went. I sucked salsa off of chips while everyone else ate.
That's a memory I haven't thought about in a while. Wow. I've yet to put my lips to anything Jager-related by the way.
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