This time I am trying to decipher what I wrote last night while a wee bit drunk. I have very bad handwriting so this is harder than it seems, and it probably sucks.

(After a long, heavy night of drinking Lamar is unable to wake up before Reginald, maybe for the first time ever.)

Reginald: Another day, another, well, I suppose nothing...its great being unemployed. Hmm, where the fuck is Lamar, he usually has made coffee and bisquits and is doing the crossword puzzle by now, I wonder if he went and hid up in the gut? Holy shit, he's still passed out on the couch. "Lamar, get up you fucking pussy, you only had about 8 beers, thats sometimes as much as I drink before noon.

Lamar: mvemjsunp, (while staggering himself up from the couch)

Reginald: Shit, did you go to sleep watching that Saved By the Bell episode in which they participated is some quiz bowl tournament, and Screech was training Zack and told him to use this mnemonic device to help him remember the planets in order from the sun, thats hilarious. Which Saved by the Bell bitch would you do Lamar?

Lamar: Dude, give me some time, my brain feels like a chia pet.

Reginald: That's when some of the greatest quotes have ever been made, just think of any great quote and I bet the person who made it was either drunk or coming off of a crazy bender.

Lamar: I had this crazy dream, I think, where this high school I went to found oil on its property, and I ended up fucking the tall, curly haired blond who was attempting to protest the drilling of oil, and then she ended up being a stripper, or maybe just a shitty actress, something like that.

Reginald: Holy Cow! You totally past out to a Saved By the Bell marathon, and that was Jessie Spano you were dreaming about. Welcome to my world.

Lamar: What the fuck do I do about this fucking headache then?

Reginald: Here's some BC powder arthritis strength, down it with a bunch of water and here's a beer.

Lamar: That will take care of my hangover?

Reginald: Hell yes, I even have a half of a blunt left that we can smoke.

Lamar: Whatever you say, you're the pro.

(smoke break)

5 minutes or 5 hours later

Lamar: You're totally right, I don't know whys I've beens slaving for thats shits-head upstairs, grabs me another beer.

Reginald: See, all in takes is a little libations to let your true self shine

(suddenly some shaking in the sac occurs)

Lamar: What the fuck is happening, is this the effect of the pot?

Reginald: Hell no, I think its been such a long time for the big guy to get laid that we've forgotten what it feels like, Hold On!

(after about a minute the shaking stops)

Reginald: Damn, you look blue, blue as hell, are you breathing okay?

Lamer: I don't know, I felt myself getting tapped out for some juice, but I'm too damn drunk and stoned to do anything, what the fuck.

Reginald: Fuck an Ass, we gave him blue balls, way to go bro.

Lamar: I'm about to puke, this sucks.

Reginald: Well, if your lucky, he didn't piss her off and she'll suck his cock, but don't count on it, he just pulled a minute man, she's definately pissed.

Lamar: Man, this is tough.

Reginald: I never said living the life of a drunk was easy.