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Fred's eyes slowly widen into a pair of bloodshot orbs. He presses his paws to his head and moans; you can practically see his cranium throbbing.
"Y'r l'cky 'm s' hng'ver," he mumbles thickly.
"Excuse me?' you ask with a frown.
With intense concentration, Fred repeats, "Yer lucky I'm so hung over. Otherwise I'd walk over there and...and...hlk!" Fred's paws whip from the sides of his head to his muzzle, and his eyes widen even more. With astonishing speed, the musclebound wolf bounds out of the kitchen and down the hall. From the bathroom come the sickening sounds of Fred vomiting--violently and repeatedly.
"God, I hope he made it in time," you pray silently. You try to lift yourself from the cold tiled floor, but you only succeed in flopping onto your side. Your back and legs ache horribly from sleeping in such an awkward position, and your rump is numb from lack of circulation.
"This day just keeps getting better and better," you think bitterly.
Written by Funny Animal