When you are so hungover from the night before that you do not move from the couch the entire day and lay there like a beached whale.
Even though I was looking forward to Saturday night's activities, I almost surely knew what was in store... Sunday I would be baby orca-ing, hating life, and craving everything from fast food commercials while I watch TV. I would talk about eating the sh*t out of a Chalupa, nachos and a Frosty- perhaps even a Baconator- but never actually get up to go get anything.
by Fonya93 April 7, 2011