We’ve all been there. One casual drink with your mates, somehow turning into ten. You’re loving life, catching up and laughing as the pints continue to flow.
Then it happens – you fall asleep.
As you dream about god knows what, your body curses your name for such abuse. You wake up, feeling as though a truck hit you. Classic hangover. Besides sunglasses, lemon water, and coffee, what else do you want? A filthy breakfast, of course, one that should only be consumed once in a blue moon.