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My sister sent me this hangover star ratings email. Its a super read. I have only really been up to two stars, I am lucky! :)
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Hangover Star Ratings
1 star hangover *
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap,
which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to function
relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as
parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a cheeseburger and chips.
2 star hangover * *
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the
attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and
remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full
English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are
costing your employer valuable money cecause all you really can handle is some
light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.
3 star hangover * * *
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so
not productive. Anytime someone walks by you gag because their
perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your
alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 3:45 a.m. Life would be
better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of
coke watching Good Morning. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2
sausage rolls and a litre of coke yet you haven't peed once.
4 star hangover * * *
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too
quickly or else you might chuck. 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 either - missed an oh-so crucial spot
shaving, or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems,
depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big
vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class of 1976. You
would give a week's pay for one the following - Home time - A Doner kebab and
somewhere to be alone - A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone
out the night before.
5 star hangover * * * * *
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour 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. Your body has lost the ability to tolerate saliva, so
your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the
moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't
even get mad and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look
so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can
manage to do is breathe...very gently.
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach
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Hangover Star Ratings
1 star hangover *
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap,
which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to function
relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as
parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a cheeseburger and chips.
2 star hangover * *
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the
attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and
remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full
English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are
costing your employer valuable money cecause all you really can handle is some
light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.
3 star hangover * * *
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so
not productive. Anytime someone walks by you gag because their
perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your
alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 3:45 a.m. Life would be
better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of
coke watching Good Morning. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2
sausage rolls and a litre of coke yet you haven't peed once.
4 star hangover * * *
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too
quickly or else you might chuck. 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 either - missed an oh-so crucial spot
shaving, or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems,
depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big
vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class of 1976. You
would give a week's pay for one the following - Home time - A Doner kebab and
somewhere to be alone - A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone
out the night before.
5 star hangover * * * * *
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour 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. Your body has lost the ability to tolerate saliva, so
your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the
moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't
even get mad and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look
so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can
manage to do is breathe...very gently.
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach
POPPED. Because of the takeover.
FantasyMeister wrote:
> What's the one where you drink so much that when you wake up the next afternoon
> after the night before you can't remember anything after 9pm the previous
> evening?
I had that one. The last thing I remember on my stagnight is
> someone passing me a triple Smirnoff blue and telling me to drink it down in
> one. At the time I was being propped up between a fruit machine and another
> mate because apparently by that time I couldn't stand up on my own.
The rest
> is a blank.
That is FM's own star rating opinion.
Should really be included at the bottom :D
> What's the one where you drink so much that when you wake up the next afternoon
> after the night before you can't remember anything after 9pm the previous
> evening?
I had that one. The last thing I remember on my stagnight is
> someone passing me a triple Smirnoff blue and telling me to drink it down in
> one. At the time I was being propped up between a fruit machine and another
> mate because apparently by that time I couldn't stand up on my own.
The rest
> is a blank.
That is FM's own star rating opinion.
Should really be included at the bottom :D
What's the one where you drink so much that when you wake up the next afternoon after the night before you can't remember anything after 9pm the previous evening?
I had that one. The last thing I remember on my stagnight is someone passing me a triple Smirnoff blue and telling me to drink it down in one. At the time I was being propped up between a fruit machine and another mate because apparently by that time I couldn't stand up on my own.
The rest is a blank.
I had that one. The last thing I remember on my stagnight is someone passing me a triple Smirnoff blue and telling me to drink it down in one. At the time I was being propped up between a fruit machine and another mate because apparently by that time I couldn't stand up on my own.
The rest is a blank.
I think I've had a 7, its much like the 6 but longer (3 days was my best, but that was back when I was serious pi*s head). It also makes you throw up everything, including the water you drink to stay alive. Pain is all there is; pain in your head, pain in your stomach, quick flashes of painful embarrasment as you dimly recall trying it on with your mates bird/ mum/ dad/ dog... while he was there and trying to get you to drink water, and worst of all the pain and anguish of the fact that you are solely responsible for all the pain you are feeling.
I think after the 7 star must come the stomach pump, as yet I've not experienced this. I'm also a lot more sensible now, so hopefully I won't get past a 3 ever again!
I think after the 7 star must come the stomach pump, as yet I've not experienced this. I'm also a lot more sensible now, so hopefully I won't get past a 3 ever again!
Very good er-no....Is there a 7-star hangover?
I've had a five! Woohoo! My symptoms were getting a bit tipsy in the first place and buying more beer than I meant to, singing at the top of my voice, riding a child's bike near a pond and eventually falling very near sick, lying on floor and trying to get more beer (or anything that's liquid and smells), lying in front of the cab that took me to my garages...where I ran to the end and stacked it (waking up with unexplained cuts and bruises has never been so much fun!), finally getting into bed where I fall asleep instantly. You'd think it would end there, but you'll notice the lack of chunder so far. Thus! - I was sick in my sleep - fully clothed, all up the wall and on the floor on the other side. Two years later I moved my room around and actually found some of the sick still there, encrusted into the carpet. My sheets had to be thrown out and my matress and quilt were stained!
My mate beat that in one almighty drunken swipe though - he was sick on a Policeman's shoe! Way to go!
My mate beat that in one almighty drunken swipe though - he was sick on a Policeman's shoe! Way to go!
I normally have the first one, but I've had a few -
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach
They're like hell on earth - believe me
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach
They're like hell on earth - believe me
Edgy wrote:
> lol, Good topic!
I thought it was a very good topic :D
> lol, Good topic!
I thought it was a very good topic :D
lol, Good topic!
My sister sent me this hangover star ratings email. Its a super read. I have only really been up to two stars, I am lucky! :)
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Hangover Star Ratings
1 star hangover *
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap,
which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to function
relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as
parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a cheeseburger and chips.
2 star hangover * *
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the
attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and
remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full
English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are
costing your employer valuable money cecause all you really can handle is some
light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.
3 star hangover * * *
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so
not productive. Anytime someone walks by you gag because their
perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your
alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 3:45 a.m. Life would be
better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of
coke watching Good Morning. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2
sausage rolls and a litre of coke yet you haven't peed once.
4 star hangover * * *
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too
quickly or else you might chuck. 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 either - missed an oh-so crucial spot
shaving, or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems,
depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big
vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class of 1976. You
would give a week's pay for one the following - Home time - A Doner kebab and
somewhere to be alone - A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone
out the night before.
5 star hangover * * * * *
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour 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. Your body has lost the ability to tolerate saliva, so
your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the
moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't
even get mad and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look
so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can
manage to do is breathe...very gently.
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach
___________________________________________________
Hangover Star Ratings
1 star hangover *
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap,
which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to function
relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as
parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a cheeseburger and chips.
2 star hangover * *
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the
attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and
remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full
English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are
costing your employer valuable money cecause all you really can handle is some
light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.
3 star hangover * * *
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so
not productive. Anytime someone walks by you gag because their
perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your
alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 3:45 a.m. Life would be
better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of
coke watching Good Morning. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2
sausage rolls and a litre of coke yet you haven't peed once.
4 star hangover * * *
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too
quickly or else you might chuck. 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 either - missed an oh-so crucial spot
shaving, or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems,
depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big
vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class of 1976. You
would give a week's pay for one the following - Home time - A Doner kebab and
somewhere to be alone - A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone
out the night before.
5 star hangover * * * * *
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour 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. Your body has lost the ability to tolerate saliva, so
your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the
moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't
even get mad and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look
so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can
manage to do is breathe...very gently.
6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly; as you were fighting
it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises
inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take
off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know
you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in
a yacht under sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
knocking all the pictures off, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will
remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole
house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the
floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the
toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting...
Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down
your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it goes back to
bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your
spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15- minute intervals, but your body
won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside
out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last
occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1
hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up
for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get
into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the
advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The
whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again
on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach