Hangover Ratings

[deaffreeflyer 0]

After a big wild party at a DZ, what is your usually hangover ratings? Usually I get 3 star hangover but had 6 star a few times - it's something I rather to give a miss!

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* - 1 star hangover

No pain. no real feeling of illness. You slept in your own bed and when you woke up there were no traffic cones in there with you.

You are still able to function relatively well on the energy stored up from all those vodka and Red Bulls.

However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched as the Sahara.

Even vegetarians are craving a Cheeseburger and a bag of fries.


** - 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 because 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 crap. You are definitely a space cadet and not so productive.

Anytime a girl or lad walks by you gag because the perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 am.

Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of coke watching daytime TV.

You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and a litre of diet 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 spew.

Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze.

You wore nice clothes, but you smell of socks, and you can't hide the fact that you (depending on your gender) either missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving, or, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems.

Your teeth have their own individual sweaters. Your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from a second-grade class circa 1976.

You would give a weeks pay for one of the following - home time, a doughnut and somewhere to be alone, or a Time Machine so you could go back and NOT have gone out the night before.

You scare small children in the street just by walking past them.

***** - 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 generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you.

You'd cry but that would take the last drop of 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 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 until the noises inside your head wake you up.

You notice that your bed has been cleared for take off and is flying relentlessly around the room.

No matter what you do you now, you're going to chuck.

You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under full sail.

After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls knocking off all the pictures, 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 he/she usually 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 tonsils shoot out of your mouth on the last occasion.

It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for the day as you try to climb into bed. She/he abuses you again for trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair.

You reluctantly accept their advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital.

Work is simply not an option.

The whole day is spent trying to avoid anything that might make you sick again, like moving.

You vow never to touch a drop again and who knows for the next two or three hours at least you might even succeed.

OK, now hands up all those who have never had a six star hangover!!

Thought so!!

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[sneaky 0]

Hey Stu... I gather you have experienced all.
I can relate to many.My 6 star hangover goes along these lines...or so I have been told.I woke 2 days later in Hospital with Border line liver failure and stitches and a broken nose... so here goes

I went to a friends house and took along the obligatory Bottle of Plonk.In this case Southern Comfort.But no one would drink it,so I thought Oh what the hell and proceeded to neck the whole bottle.Polished off in less than an hour,decided to hit the Chinese for a sit in scran.Everyone was leathered by this stage..food went down a treat along with a few bottles of red and a few pints.Next thing my bird turns up raging,starts a fight with me ( you see I was supposed to meet her that nite and she couldnt find me ) proceeds to break my nose ,rip my clothes and push me through a shop window.
Then a bloke comes over thinking I was assualting a women and proceeds to give me my second course of Fist ala boot sauce...
Anyway ..Im soo drunk I have no feeling or coordination...so Im not in pain.I makes me way into a bar and proceed to get really pissed for the next 2 hours with some old fella,we then get a bottle for the road..
Next thing I wake up in a Hospital bed with a face like Tutencarmen and the hangover from hell..I mean i couldnt even turn my head it was a really bad rollercoaster ride..
Apparently someone found me sleeping in a Farmers field,and couldnt wake me...Ambulance and Police came thought I was the Victim of Murder.

Took me 4 days to get over that one...plus I got a bill for £220 for the window ,and was out of pocket by £120 from Alcohol,plus I picked up the Meal tab at £74 and me Girlfriend sleeps with my best mate!!

I dont drink anymore

[whocares 0]

Sounds like a blast NOT.