Gross Out Factor

Got positively smashed Saturday night, ended up positively hungover Sunday.Staggered from bed in the early afternoon, drank some water and ate some pineapple. Couldn't find the 'Mazing Motrin, settled for Timid Tylenol instead. Laid on couch, moaning. Within an hour, crouched over toilet bowl, heaving.

I rarely throw up, which is a good thing, I suppose. That was one of the worse hangovers I've had in a while, thankfully.

Here's the disgusting part : Yes, it gets worse...
Midway betwixt retching and rinsing, I found something lodged on my tonguestud, and no matter how much I spit, it wasn't budging. I felt around with my fingers, trying to grip said substance, yet couln't get a hold. Finally, I looked in the mirror and then I could see it ; a nice juicy wad of tropical regurgetant tangled around my Union Jack stud.

Commence to heaving , again...