In Australia it’s not considered an epic drinking session if you only wake up with the feeling of a cat sleeping in your mouth. A genuine epic drinking session must conclude with one of two things…
1. The contents of your stomach must be purged. This can be a voluntary/reflex action or the outcome of a visit to the emergency ward and a stomach pump. The latter further validates your manhood by confirming you CAN hold your liquor but only at the expense of possibly losing your life.
2. A cat sleeping in your mouth is the feeling of a warmup drinking session. The morning after feeling of a true drinking session should be more akin to having a bear shit in your mouth. Yes, the only bears we have here are cute little koala bears, but they ain’t so cute when they’ve deposited a number 2 on your tongue.
As Mick "Crocodile" Dundee would say, ‘That’s not a hangover, THIS is a hangover.’
BM… and just in case you’re pouring for me the answer is Scotch. Neat.