The winter holidays tend to be a time when people "celebrate" with various alcoholic beverages. Too much wine in Thanksgiving? Hittin' the eggnog a little too hard at that Christmas party? Down an entire bottle of champagne on New Year's Eve? Well, these holiday hangover cures can help!
Code Blue is caffeine-free drink that contains electrolytes, vitamins, and milk thistle to help you recover.
This all natural hangover tonic, created by Ono, is actually a tea which uses yerba mate to increase energy and licorice root to detoxify the body.
And for those who have the wherewithal to prevent hangovers before they happen, there is Party Smart. It is a blend of herbs meant to protect your liver and flush out toxins quickly.
We watch you, your expert double exes. Tts just like you to paint those whiter fences.
Its so polite, its so polite Its offensive, its offensive. Its so unright, its so unright its a technical accept it.
But who needs love when there's Law & Order? And who needs love when there's Southern Comfort? And who needs love at all?
We stalk you, your expert double exes. We oxidize you in your sleep, There's no exit, there's no exit.
You're on a roll, you're on a roll, No one gets it, no one gets it. Your honor, no your honor can't you protect us, Protect us.
But who needs love when there's Law & Order? And who needs love when there's Southern Comfort? And who needs love When the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the mac store?
Bugsy Malone came to carry you home and they're taking you all to the doctor. Burberry vices all sugary spices, it's nice but its not what I'm after Sure, I admire you, sure you inspire me, But you've been not getting back so I'll wait at the Sainburys counting my change making bank on the upcoming roster.
And we'll stop you, your expert double exes. Oh yeah, a big stock holder extra cold with two exes. That never talking thing you do is effective, its effective. Your shoulders, icy colder than a death wish, than a death wish.
But who needs love when there's Law & Order? And who needs love when there's Southern Comfort? And who needs love When the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the mac store?
i miss those days when "tell me something" meant something. i miss the boy who showed his emotion in teeth, grinning or crying. death follows even closer to home. but i lost my home to a bottle of white zinfandel with a face lost inside and twelve years of yelling. i'm losing the most valuable thing on earth, but learned that, ultimately, we all just die alone.
recklessness is calling for me, but it's mispronouncing my name.