Old skool poll - what's your worst hangover story?

[Guns 'n' Roses]

I'm a pussy cat - recently I managed to pour vanilla sauce over the chap (ot his suit rather) sitting next to my wife at a wedding party. That's about the worst I've done.

I'm eagerly awaiting stories of slagging off mother in law, shagging wife's best friend and ****ting one's trousers.

[Maravilloso Marvo]

Hangover stories normally consist of laying very still and eating bacon and sausages.

[Brentwood]

Baking hot on there and we were packed in like sardines. I threw up but had nowhere to deposit it so I had to catch it all in my cheeks and wait until the next stop where I ran up to street level to get rid of it. Shameful

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Pissing next to the Belgian Prime Minister's shoes and then falling into a ditch wasn't a high point.

[Guns 'n' Roses]

NeXT morning/day when you either vaguely remember what happened, or don't remember them at all but get them told by someone else who was there.

[Guns 'n' Roses]

[Classic Jorge]

[Berni]

Ranging from the shameful to the merely unfortunate. Fighting,vomiting,vilely insulting people,accidentally sleeping with people - take your pick.

[Classic Jorge]

[halfsharkalligatorhalfman]

Came to visit me at uni, brought two decidedly loose (of morals and otherwise) ladies back with him who, in the morning, had both pissed and vommed in the bed he was borrowing from my housemate.

Said girls were then unfortunately unable to make a hasty escape the next morning, as one of them had lost their shoes, so spent a very uncomfortable 20 minutes searching round the sitting room before calling it a day and embarking on a shoeless walk of shame, reeking of piss and sick.