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 sodas and still feel this way.
For some reason, you are craving a Philly Cheese steak and 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 remind
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 sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about
five shits you take during the day makes the eyes of everyone who enters the
bathroom water.
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 saliva 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 defecate 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....