If you've ever been 20 years old you know the feeling. That 'Morning After' feeling. Your pores ooze out the Jack Daniels' from the night before, stomach uneasy from the unhealthy amount of mixed Coca-Cola. Hair disheveled, last night's clothes doubling as your bedtime pajamas, there's a stain of cigarettes on your breath and remnants of a girls' perfume stagnant on your skin -- except there's no girl there. The only thing that you wake up with is that thin band of pain shooting up from behind your eye socket meandering its way up to your forehead. A hangover so...

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