A/N: Yes, I know. Taco Fic Sequel. I'm working on it. Sometime, it really will be up. Maybe. I hope. Still Dib's POV, like I really need to say that.

Disclaimer: I'm not writing one for this chapter. It shouldn't need one, right? By now you all know that I don't own IZ, or any character of IZ, or really anything to do with IZ, right? Damnit, there's your disclaimer. Looks like you (explicative deleted)s got what you wanted after all...and I still don't own the Offspring's lyrics yet either...and underage drinking is bad...right...

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...What a great fucking night. I can't believe that I didn't go to one of Torque's drinking parties sooner. I can't believe that I drank Zita and Torque under the table...well, maybe I can believe Zita. But Torque? Hell yeah...

/Went out drinking late last night/
/I had a blast/
/But now the morning light has come/
/And kicked my ass/

Ok, I'm not going to sleep anymore, so I'll just get up and...whoa. "uunnnng," I groan, and fall back into my bed. God, this hurts. I feel like someone's been kicking me in the stomach for hours...and my skull is on fire...owwww...

/I've got the worst hangover ever/
/I'm crawling to the bathroom again/
/It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again/

The misery...the pain...shit. I think I'm gonna throw up again.

/And by my seventh shot/
/I was invincible/
/I would have never thought/
/I'd be this miserable/

I don't think I've ever been this sick, not even when dad gave me a super flu so he could see if toast could cure it...There is no way in hell that I'm ever drinking again. Never. Although being drunk did feel kinda nice...no. Never again.

/I've got the worst hangover ever/
/I'm rolling back and forth on the bed/
/I'm worked so bad that I'm never gonna drink again/

Where's the fucking aspirin? Don't tell me that Gaz took it all before she killed herself...Gaz. Man, wave of guilt here. Poor Gaz...what's this? Ahhh...morphine, aspirin, same difference. Right? Anything to kill the pain...wait. That's what I said to justify drinking last night...hell, morphine can't make it any worse...right?

/Won't someone just kill me/
/And put me out of my misery/
/I'm making deals with God, I'll do anything/
/Make it stop please!/
/Make it stop please!/

--half hour later--

Ok, maybe taking morphine wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. Wait...maybe it was. It killed the hangover. What if...nah, morphine can't be addictive, or else dad wouldn't have it lying around the house. So this means I can drink as much as I want.

/I've got the worst hangover ever/
/I'm crawling to the bathroom again/
/It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again/
/I'll probably never drink again/
/I may not ever drink again/
/At least not 'til next weekend/
/I'm never gonna drink again/

--ten minutes after that, Dib is still debating with himself if he should be drinking--

...But the skool can't always be telling the truth all the time, because they tried to tell me that the paranormal is just morons trying to get attention...so they must be lying to me about this too...super.

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