That sounds about right. You wake up the next morning tired, naked in a bathtub, and wondering why you mouth tastes like vodka shooters.
And where's my left kidney...? I didn't sign up for this!!
Uhm, actually? Yeah, you did. It's right there, down in that funky cursive script right about there, yuh, yuh, turn that page, yup; right there on page 42, subsection "Consequences 3-ABZ", Paragraph 480:
"Left Kidney removal - may or may not accompany participation in the Funky Werepig shew; along with a lifetime supply of corn."