Does anybody else hate going on Facebook in the morning after a heavy drinking session ? I always end up trying to get my hole off the first, unlucky, decent looking bird that happens to pop up on my chat. The next morning when I stumble out my bed, I always have a bad feeling in my gut that I have got myself into some deep shite or ive really embarrassed myself. If it's not trying to get my hole, it's winding up the old firm fans, laughing at someone who I probably shouldn't, or telling a fat wee gobshite how much I despise her and everyone associated with her.