The only cure for a real hangover is death.
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]
My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.
I think I would have taken a (expletive) load of Advil.
My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it's feet first!
What can money do to console a man with a headache?
If any suffering was fruitless it was the agony of a hangover; what he suffered now could not expiate suffering of any other kind.
With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.
