[lfjokes] hangover ratings

[Adam Shand]

Lorena Lara <lorenalara at infovia.com.ar>

*(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. Be glad
that you are able to function relatively well. However, you are still
parched. You can drink 10 sodas and still feel this way. Even vegetarians
are craving a steakbomb and a side of gravy fries from any truck stop USA.

** (2 star hangover)

No pain. Something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the
attention span and mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you chug to
try and remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is
craving a rootie tootie fresh and fruity pancake breakfast from IHOP. Last
night has wreaked havoc on your bowels and even though you have a nice
demeanor about the office, you are costing your employer valuable money
because all you really can handle is surfing internet porn and writing
junk e-mails.

*** (3 star hangover)

Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space shot and
so not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume
reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends
after the bouncer 86'd you at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if
you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a meatball sub watching the
E! fashion awards. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3
Snapples and a liter of diet coke - yet you haven't peed once.

**** (4 star hangover)

Life sucks. Your head is throbbing and 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 missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving, (girls,
it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars) your
teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big vein and your hair style
makes you look like a reject from the class picture of Revere High, '76.
You would shoot your mother for one or all of the following -

1. the clock to strike 6pm,
2. the entire appetizer list from TGIFridays, or
3. a time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone out the night before. 

***** (5 star hangover)

AKA Dante's 4th Circle of Hell. 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 pour 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 generate 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 at you 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 bitch about your state - which is a
mystery to you because you definitely don't remember who you were with,
where you were, what you drank and why there is a stranger still sleeping
in your bed, unaccompanied, at your house. The only thing you can do is
smoke a bong hit and pass out. It's when you wake up a few hours later
with a lesser star hangover that you eat a large pizza, an order of Kung
Pao Chicken, a ham and cheese omelet and a batch of Rice Krispie treats.