Can't remember the last time I had a good puke

I honestly can not.
There are 2 kinds of puke. There is the good kind where you feel a bit sick, puke one or twice, then you're fine as if you were never sick in the first place. Then there is the bad kind where you puke so much that you can not stop. You might run out of things to up chuck from your system but that doesn't mean you stop heaving. At that stage it turns into what is known as the dry heave. It feels terrible and it sounds even worse. At least with real puke, the material coming up through your esophagus masks the heaving sound so you only hear the initial retch followed by the splatter of the puke when it finds its target. Dry heaving, not to be confused with dry humping, sounds like the last gasp of a dying giraffe. I don't like those kinds of pukes and I'm sure no one else does either.
The good puke on the other hand is beneficial in several ways. First, your body corrects the minor glitch that is occuring by expelling the bad stuff out swiftly regaining harmony from within. Secondly, the good puke allows the body of an over eager individual who has consumed a bit too much alcohol to say, "hey there big fella, you might want to slow down there a bit." A quick expulsion of the contents tells the over eager individual that the he is not good at being a sprinter when it comes to consumption. Thirdly, it had a rejuvenation quality about it. Like say you've been running and you push yourself too far. You puke when you hit that wall. Afterwards, you feel fresh again (maybe not in the mouth though) and can continue to run. I am not really sure why people run for entertainment. I see nothing fun about. Alas, that is a gripe for another blog.
My point today is I miss the good puke.