The worst kind of vomit is the drunken vomit... the dizzy stumble towards the toilet seat, the helpless shifting inside your head as your body suspends itself above the rim of the bowl and a few spasms of your tummy sends a steady stream of bitter fluid out your mouth and burns through your nostrils. And afterwards, a relieved resignation, and an indifference to the smelly aftermath left on your chin and T-shirt as you flop onto the nearest surface softer than the floor and close your eyes until the dizziness slowly stabilizes itself and you can stand to finally lift your head off the pillow without flopping onto the carpet. Then you look around to realize you've missed the entire party and the only one left is Whiskers, someone's black and white spotted cat who was clawing at your balls while you were passed out.