Guest im not witty Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 my girl has one of those hello kitty massagers, she was pretty stoked to get it. vibrators a vibrator in my opinion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Kettiecat Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 1 star hangover (*) > No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last > night was a mere > disco nap which has given 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. You are > craving a steak sub and a side of gravy fries....and drunken nachos > > 2 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 exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is > craving a fruity > pancake from Waffle House. There is some definite > havoc being wrecked > upon your bowels.....and drunken nachos > > 3 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 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 > Iced > Teas > and a diet coke yet you haven't peed once. You > decide the Havana Omelet > you > are going to leave in the bathroom is better done on > another floor, so > you > don't have to walk by and smell it the rest of the > day.....and drunken nachos > > > > 4 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 missed an > oh-so crucial spot > shaving, (girls, it looks like you put your make-up > on while riding the > bumper cars.) 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. > Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first > of about 5 shits you > take during the day makes the eyes water of everyone > who enters the > bathroom. > > 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 > 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 cat that shit in your mouth out. > Your body has lost the > ability to generate > saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. Death > seems pretty good right > now. > 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 at your otherwise > empty > house. 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. > > 6 star hangover (******) otherwise known as the > "Infinite Nutsmacker" > You wake up on your bathroom floor. For about 2 > seconds you look at the > ceiling, wondering if the cool refreshing feeling on > your cheek is the > bathroom tile, or your vomit from 3 hours ago. It is > amazing how your > roommate was as drunk as you, but somehow managed to > get up before you; > shower and already leave for work. You try to lift > your head. Not an > option. > > Then you inadvertently turn your head too quickly > and smell the funk of > 13 > packs of cigarettes in your hair. Suddenly you > realize you were smoking, > but > not ultra > lights...some jackass handed you Marlboro reds, and > you smoked them like > it > was your second full time job. You look in the > mirror only to see > remnants > of the stamp "Ready to Rock" clearly on your > cheek.......the stamp on > the > back of your hand has appeared on your face by what > is known as > 'Jagermeister magic. You have to be to work in > t-minus 14 minutes and 32 > seconds and the only thing you can think of wearing > is your "hello > kitty" > pajamas and your slippers. Any attempt at emptying > your bowels results > in a > gag inducing ass spray which you are positive has > the ability to etch > porcelain. The only thing that sounds worse than > remaining on the foul > stench throne is leaving before you're finished; > which could take 5 > minutes > or an hour and a half . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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