And there was one among them who did consume massive amounts of alcohol, and he was called Twiztid. And he did declare "Wheeeeeeeeeee" from the mountain tops, and there was much rejoicing.
There were good times for Twiztid on the Night of Merriment. However, when the sun broke the night sky and morning came, there were not-so-good times. And his head did split and ache, and his stomach did lurch and turn, and he did declare "Blech."