Two star usually. I've always known when to stop, but If I drink at all, I DRINK.
My worst hangover was when I was 17, spent the night at one of my female friends' house with her friend as well. In the morning, they were fine, but I had to get out of the car taking us to the mall. The mom was driving, taking/squeezing ticks off the yelping rat-dog, talking to the daughter, while trying to get to the mall as fast as she could to escape after-work traffic. I felt like shit, and wanted to die, and then this?
Fuck that. Got out, called a friend, spent the day on the couch.