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[Anonymous]

You hillbilly Sum'Bitch... I oughta paddle you for that one.

[Anonymous]

Got sent this by one of my staff.  I have explained to them that anything two stars and above, they won't be seeing me in the office

Hangover Ratings

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.

[Lits]

Lol... my friend Mike decided to go shot for shot on Jack Daniels with me one night.  (This was back in my prime, Lits, unfortunately, is now a much cheaper drunk, as she has decided that becoming an alcoholic doesn't exactly fit in her five year plan). Anyway, the two of us finished a brand new bottle (bottle = 1 liter). I was so proud of him, he kept up the whole way, until about 3 minites after the last shot.

He spent the rest of the night puking and punching the toilet, (he said it was the toilet's fault he was drunk). So we (4 of us) spent the next 8 hours taking shifts holding his head up and keeping him from getting up to go steal the neighbor's motorcycle and "riding away into the sunset" because he was a "superhero."

I'd consider that a class 7?

[Da6onet]

i loooovvvveee drama majors!!!

there's alot more to that statement than you would think, but you'll either have to wait until i'm drunk ts to explain or happen to run into my woman, she might tell you.

[Anonymous]

When I'm drunk, I get exceedingly romantic and poetic around women. Usually, though, I'll reflect the mood/emotion of the people around me.

Also, I usually become exceedingly humorous (or my attempt at such, rather), and my sense of humor becomes very twisted. But, I digress...we must sit down one night and drink like fish. Though, if we do, we should do it at someone's place. I don't dig on the bar thing...just doesn't seem to be my kind of thing. I like to be in a safe comfortable environment, because I don't trust people usually.

[Subb]

I become EXTREMELY friendly with women, also I become paranoid. I was being sick in my friends bath (I was also recorded) and I was screaming because I thought his mum and dad were trying to kill me with "Potasium Pills". When I heard about this and saw it on tape I was extremely embarrased..... anyhoo, I've been drunk on MxO once or twice. I never go on TS when I'm drunk 'cause I say random things and I'll start swearing like someone with torrets. It's kinda funny when you start shouting at your RSI for interlocking someone because you think your hitting the freefire button but yer not....... *dies from lack of oxigen*

[Anonymous]

On my 21st birthday I got drunk off absenth and white russians... I dont remember much of it, but I remember vomiting off my deck and then grabing a beer out of someones hand and chugging it, claiming that if I didn't go right back to drinking, I'd get sick again... That's what we at Georgia Southern University call a Come-From Behind Win!!!

P.S.  You've gotta check this video out.  Awe inspiring and beautiful, yet tragic and horrific.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6126121898177679789

[Anonymous]

Wow, that video reminded me alot of V for Vendetta.

[Subb]

Remember, remember the 5th of November?

[Lits]

Lits has a 4 star and is going to work.... fun.

[Lits]

Correction... Lits went to work still slightly drunk, but progressed to a 5 star.

Lits quits drinking. FOREVER!

[Subb]

Until the weekend?

[Styan]

So I figured there wasn't any better way to join the 1337 club with Tbone, Khr0n1k and Orien, than posting a spam like randomness message announcing it :p

w00t! :p

[Anonymous]

Screw you and your 1337n355

[Jeyk]

1337 Club FTW!