Just send an email to SorryIGotDrunk@gmail.com with the subject line SHATNER to enter. Runner up will win a Pamela Anderson Roast DVD. I’ll pick the winner this weekend.. Thanks and stay drunk kiddos..

As always, I would like to thank Google Image Search for these wonderful images..
Happy BDay, you old fart.
-Lou

Answer: Nope.
So, again with the craziness of the past few weeks.. Sorry about the haphazardness for my posting.. Trying to type whilst one hand is all casted up is no freakin fun and now it looks as if my drunken idiocy from Christmas Eve that resulted in my broken wrist has now de-escalated (probably not a word) into many doctor visits for the next season or two with probable surgery in order to ensure that I’ll only be in a little bit of pain when I’m an old man instead of a lot.. Good Times, right?
The only good news.. At least with the new cast I can bend my elbow..

Saw SMOKIN’ ACES Sunday night.. Without getting too much into it, let’s just say that the best part of the movie was the hot dog I was dipping into my nachos and the three Coors Lights I snuck into the theatre in my jacket. Fuckin’ Carnahan needs to learn what kind of movie he’s fuckin making.. And hey, I like Ryan Reynolds as much as the next guy, probably uncomfortably more, but if there would have been one more slow motion tracking shot of him screaming or crying I swear I would have gone out to the lobby and drowned myself in a bucket of hot artificial butter.
On a more positive note, I’ve given up on my former pathetic ranting about the deep dark future of being alone and drunk and the old dirty guy in the club.. Well, I’ve at least given up on the alone part. Kerouac had Joan, Hunter had Anita, Bukowski had Linda.. Shit, even Hitler had Eva Braun.. (I realize that Hitler isn’t the best example but hey if that sonofabitch can somehow handle a girlfriend then fuck, so can I). Point being, just because the old Lou here is a drunk skirt chasing blackout king, doesn’t mean he can’t do that with only one girl instead of an imaginary throng of uncalled numbers.
And I realize I may be committing internet heresy here, but at the fear of losing my dedicated group of mom’s-basement-dwelling Second Life obsessive underachievers, (not you of course though), I have to admit, sex with a real live girl is infinitely better than any website wank available. And, yes, that includes cam girls.
So, long story short, made a reconnection with the ex I was whining about a few weeks back that lead me to my pathetic and dramatic declaration that I’ll never love again. (WAH!-Tiny Violin). Heading back into it this time with a different open mind and not grasping onto some bullshit fantasy of my more slutty youth. Think we may have a good one here and even though she’s obviously a horrible judge of character, I can only move forward doing one thing.. Diving in completely and if, in the end, I’m wrong then fuck it, I’ve been wrong hundreds of times before and I’m sure I will be hundreds more. But damned if I’m going to look back at anything and wonder, “What If…”. Period. A life without regrets.
Small side note… Each of our friends thinks this may possibly be the stupidest thing either of us has ever done, so just for that simple fact, we’re probably onto something..
I’ll end with one of my favorite quotes from Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.. One of the reasons I got into writing in the first place:

Ditto, Jean-Louis. Ditto.

Leave it up to me to break my wrist while walking drunk before I could even get to the slopes to snowboard.. Story forthcoming. One handed typing no good.. Hope your holidays rocked!
Later,
Lou

A sister who knows what her brother likes.. Booze. More specifically, potent, portable, usually hidden booze. Also included in the package were a sticker, napkins and matches from one of the coolest old west joints this side of the Mississip.. A virtual survival kit for a Sorry Drunk like myself..
Thanks, Schmoe.. Merry Christmas to you too! Wish we could be together.. I’ll come visit soon.. Promise. Sometimes I miss the old Nevada air.. Been too long since I’ve gotten messed up in Ole Carson poundin Bloody’s at the Golden Nugget at 9am or drinking Moscow Mules at Adele’s (is that the right name?).. Love you too..

Sorry, kids.. been home sick for a freakin week now and just not in the mood to post.. Will be back as soon as I can. Not that any of you really miss me, but you know. Hopefully tonight or tomorrow I can catch up on all this shiz…
Later,
Lou

Although we never had a winner to the comment winner because of spiced ham, we did, however have a quick reader get his painting skills together in time to get the big prize for coloring the pic. Congrats Jim!

Wow… So, the contest was a complete bust.. We got spammed so hard on Wednesday that the comments had to be shut down because it was wrecking serious havoc on the servers. Sorry, I’ll try and find another contest here soon to make up for all the BS.
Be back later today, hopefully.. still trying to get back into the swing of things now that I’m back in LA after missing a week of work and such.
-Lou

To celebrate the release of Borat’s new Movie, SorryIGotDrunk & Celebutaint are having a little contest of our own and even womens are invited to try and win! High Five!
- 1 Grand Prize Winner gets Soundtrack & Poster
- 2 Runner Ups get a Poster & Sticker
All you have to do is send an email to: SorryIGotDrunk@gmail.com with the subject line “BORAT” before midnight on 11/17 and we will pick the three winners that weekend.
Good Luck Everyone!!