Hangovers are proof that God (or whomever you talk to while driving the porcelain bus) has a sense of humor. A very sick and twisted sense of humor. Hopefully on my judgment day when the man up top or whoever is showing me all the bad things I’ve done, he’ll give me credit for all the epic hangovers I’ve endured.
When I was younger I used to view hangovers as punishment, hence the reason that I used to make bargains with the Almighty that if he would just make me feel better I would never drink again. If I had a dollar for every time I tried that route I could probably put a stripper through at least one semester of college.