have I lost the magic...

Realized I Really enjoy this shit, so I started a blog...I'm drunk by the way.

Continuation of the ballalouges…

Reginald (waking up from cloudy hangover): Hey, where on earth did I put my gun?

Lamar: You have a gun? Since when?

Reginald: Since I decided that I live a hopeless life and had the foresight into blowing my brains out.

Lamar: Man, you are one fucking dark creature.

Reginald: Come to think of it I’m pretty sure I got it while I was feeling depressed because I forgot what day it was, tried to buy booze, and unbeknownst to myself it was Sunday. So instead I bought a gun, next best thing I suppose.

Lamar: Then why are you hungover, if you bought a gun instead of booze.

Reginald: I forgot about the secret stash up in the dick basement, so I didn’t really need it, I just got drunk like I had planned all along.

Lamar: You’re sick

Reginald: Well, I could be like yourself and make a sport out of masturbating to Rachel Ray’s shitty talk show, or worse, Oprah’s piece of shit show.

Lamar: Well, someone needs to do some work around here. I just emptied out the garbage when someone had forgot to last night.

Reginald: If it wasn’t for all your dirty jeez rags we wouldn’t hardly have any garbage, all my beer cans and whiskey bottles goes into recycling, because someone around here is trying to save the environment. Just use wash rags instead of all of our supply of paper towels.

Lamar: Well, when taken into consideration, your drunk ass might be right. What are you watching by the way?

Reginald: Really, you’ve never seen this shit before, it Cheer’s. it’s a popular TV show if the 80’s, set in a bar in Boston, You know, “where everybody knows your name.” The only thing shitty about it is these fucking women who have stupid relationships with Sam, the bar owner, they just won’t shut the fuck up. It really needs to revolve around the bartenders, Norm, and Cliff, the postman full of useless knowledge.

Lamar: I’ve never heard you be so emotional about a show, or anything for that matter, before. These women must be horrid.

Reginald: And they are, whiny fucking bitches, and in my opinion not really that hot either.

Lamar: But you are playing by 80’s standards right, no one looked hot in the 80’s.

Reginald: You are correct, but there were plenty of hot babes in the 80’s, but I suppose the cunts like Molly Ringwald kind of ruined the decade. I thought the lead singer from the Go-Go’s was hot, and what about that song “Walk like an Eygptian,” god those eyes she made. And then there was that chick who sang “I want candy” who doesn’t want your candy titties. And then there is Farris Bueller’s girlfriend, and not to mention the hottie from weird science, whew.

Lamar: Okay, so you just made it a point that you really haven’t masturbated since the 80’s, have you? You’ve been too tied up with smoking weed and drinking to even notice what’s out there.

Reginald: That may be true, but I get some sort of pleasure undermining the big guy upstairs by not producing cumjuice, and as a fallback, booze and weed are great. I suppose I could masterbate to the fucking shit you do just so he can bust his wad to Paris Hilton give a bj on his internet. Fuck that shit.

Lamar: Hey, some if its better than Paris, I mean, he does watch real porn stars, and someday he may actually fuck a chick.

Reginald: You hopeless coward, he hasn’t gotten laid in 3 years, and the last time was hell on earth, remember, she had to have been 250 pounds and was incessant about being on top, fuck, even you had a headache, almost got smashed.

Lamar: But he’s been working out, I think that something may actually happen.

Reginald: Well, you and John fucking Lennon can go on dreaming, cause you probably are the only ones. What we have here is a battle of wits. Big guy ain’t going get none anytime soon, so we may as well enjoy ourselves. So get a beer and lets watch the game you fucking moron.

Lamar: I suppose your right, jacking off to Oprah was starting to make me feel nauseated, but not so much with Rachel Ray, especially with the mute button on.

Reginald: Just fucking drink your busch, dammit