A friend at uni told me this story about "Going Code Brown". He had a friend who got so drunk one night, and in the morning he was dehydrated from all that drinking. He was so dehydrated, he passed out in his bedroom, that's when his roommate brought him to the hospital. So this guy was given treatments and was told to lie down for a while, but apparently the fact that he was suddenly injected with non-alcoholic fluids for the first time in probably 24 hours caused him to go into "zombie mode". He lunged at the nurses, and was running around the hospital punching patients and doctors. The hospital staff sounded the alarm: "Attention, everyone, this is Code Brown. I repeat, we have a Code Brown".

Code Brown is actually a code for a terrorist attack in a hospital or school. So the fact that you have a guy running around punching people makes for an entirely new meaning to the phrase "Going Code Brown".

I feel like going Code Brown right now. I had a bit too much last night, and too little to drink in the morning after. I feel like crap. It's 7 degrees outside, there's a massive hole in my jacket and I can't feel my balls and hands. No, I don't want to stop whinging. I hate my life, screw this, I wanna go sit on the couch and watch Sex and the City marathon re-runs on the TV.