xABF: i don't feel myself today. i'm very tired. must be all that hard work i've done.
me: hmm. do you think perhaps you're hungover from the 16 pints of lager last night?
xABF: what? i'm not hungover. i just told you, i'm tired from all the work i've done
(note: he had spent the previous day lying about...slept all morning...went to pubs at 11...back to sleep...pub at 5...back to sleep...pub at 10...)