Something To Pass the Time

When most of you are reading this, I'll be dozing peacefully under the affects of the anesthesia. Until I get back and can report the events of the surgery, I thought I'd leave you with this humorous piece of information. Enjoy. Ruben will especially enjoy this. ;)

THE HANGOVER SCALE

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 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 pancakes 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 reminds 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 four cups of coffee, a gallon of water, three 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 brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover *****:

You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. In fact, you are probably still drunk. You still have toothpast 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 the 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 defacate 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!