Torture? Torture? Faith and begorrah! And you probably were deservin' of it after that time on Western Avenue.
I agree whole heartedly. My dad had other hangover tricks as well. We would have to clean chickens for dinner or cook breakfasts that involved lots of eggs. Since our family is big (9 kids) that was no easy feat. Just imagine cracking open a couple of dozen raw eggs when you're suffering from the heebie jeebies from drink.