5 Levels of Hangovers

[Rider]

One Star Hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to
function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can
drink 5 cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving
a steak & fries.

Two Star Hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may
look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee
you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still
tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House
excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are
definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her
perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic
friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were
home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a
gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke--yet you haven't peed once.

Four Star Hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak
too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you
for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You
wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one
side of your face. For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up
on while riding the bumper cars. Your eyes look like one big red vein,
and even your hair hurts. Your ass is in perpetual spasm, and the first
of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of
everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover (*****) You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is
actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor
is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have
toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth
in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has
lost the ability to generate spit so your tongue is suffocating you.
You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed
out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to take a dump results in a
fire-hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'Floater'
thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'Floater' seems to be to splash the
toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right
now...

[Mr Lefty]

been a while since I've seen that

[LaFemmes]

I would have to say, "#2"

[Cutty72]

when behind the bar, i don't worry about those, only prob is loss of sleep.

[NONE_too_SOFT]

i only have 2 types of hangovers.


Epic and tolerable.

[t-homo]

I think I'm about -3 to -4 right now.