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Sunday, January 11, 2026

The Hangover

Spring Break. Enough Said. More fun than a wet T-shirt contest and body shots! 

 

Dear Hangover ~ 

 

My friends and I were down in Cancun. Most of us are single and recently split up so we decided to make a time of it. We had a list of all these dares for each other, similar to a 21st birthday checklist. My mission on the last night was to find the nastiest girl I could and make out with her in the bar. Well, I found her all right. After an hour of the most nauseating dancing and bad breath makeout sessions I've ever had, I finally got my friends—who were laughing hysterically—to go to another club. I thought I had seen the end of it until we boarded the plane to Chicago the next morning. My non-attractive kissing partner had the seat right next to me. That was the longest flight of my life. 

 

Sincerely, 

 

Don't Stand So Close To Me 

 

 

 

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Dear Hangover ~ 

 

I went home with my roommate for spring break. She's from a really small town in the Northern part of Wisconsin. We were out at the bars and I was witnessing the behavior of what she called townies.\ One guy in particular was being a real ass and pulling on the bartender's tank top, dancing on the bar stools, air humping, etc. The next day at lunch, that guy was our waiter. I don't think he remembered us, but I had a laugh. 

 

Sincerely, 

 

Local Yokel 

 

 

 

Dear Hangover ~ 

 

It was my birthday, and I'm at this dance club in Prague with three of my friends. I'm dancing with this girl and and things are looking good. I'm trying to play hard to get and I convince her to stay for one more song. Before I know what's happening my other friend grabs the girl I'm dancing with and I'm all alone in the middle of a dance floor, drunk and alone on my birthday, with no one I know in sight. It took me half an hour to find my friends—turns out one of the girls was puking all over the bathroom. As we were going to leave, she darted and lay down in the middle of the packed dance floor. What a birthday. 

 

Sincerely, 

 

Where's the Absinthe? 

 

Next week: 

 

March...out like a lion? 

 

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