A slang term that is
traced back to
Wexford, Ireland. The state of being completely
annihilated, resulting from poor judgement regarding the alcohol intake in a given night. The real 'horror' will be the following morning, if you ever even make it home.
Matt: Did you see Christina last night?
Rocco: Yeah, what did she start drinking at
8AM? She was
passing out all over the place.
Rocco: Even though she was in the horrors, I'd still hit it.
Matt: Sick, man! That shit ain't right! Remind me again, Why are we friends?!