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At least you don't have to call in to work hungover.
St. Paddy's day has come and gone, and if social media outlets are any indication; the notorious booze-soaked holiday left many 'a fragile, bleary-eyed violently hungover sweet summer child in its wake. As you prepare yourself to do absolutely nothing with a hearty side of greasy grub, Netflix, and active self-loathing; maybe take comfort in the fact that others out there are struggling even worse than your tired, beaten down soul.
From the submitter:
My friend Jen celebrated a little too hard after USA advanced to the next round in of the World Cup. She also later described it as "like a barbershop quartet of Yoko Onos is shrieking in my head while Sweetums from the Muppets clog dances."