I don't do hangovers. Never had one, never want to have one. But my feet have appeared to have taken the idea and run with it (hehehe amusing after Vodka Ice...)
I do suspect it's a 'chick' thing. It's where you add 4 inches plus to your height in the shape of pretty footwear and dance the night away. It's a little silly, when you haven't worn the heels in 4 months. And my feet are protesting even the day after the night before.
But I can't blame the shoes. How can you blame the most prettiest shoes in the land?
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