Brett Somers and Charles Nelson Reilly were

Brett Somers and Charles Nelson Reilly were so drunk. (How drunk were they?). Brett Somers and Charles Nelson Reilly were so drunk that they

were accidentally funny. Russel Simmons was at the next table at Hooters playing "She's Lump" with his knife and glass to annoy his wife, when he saw them. He cough laughed so hard

that the extra wing sauce gushed from his nose and into the face and cleavage of one of the eponymously named staff. The crowd howled in approval and made it rain quarters & dimes

which hurts. Seriously; ouch. Falling coinage sounds all pretty until it actually happens. Those things can embed in your skull and do some serious damage. So, he took cover behind

the shattered remains of the vault door as the blast of coins slowed. He yanked a 50p from his forehead and felt the warm trickle of blood as it ran down his face. Who in their

now diminished circle of friends would have set him up like this? He toggled off the safety on his Glock and looked through the smoke for bank's exit. He'd have to get past

the monitors without being recognized. Why didn't he put nylons on like they always did in the movies. Hoping the smoke would provide cover he sped towards the exit.

Just as he reached the front doors he tripped and crashed headfirst through the glass. The two sacks of gold coins went spilling out into the street. Blood ran down his face but

was quickly diluted by the rain and formed fascinating Mandelbrot patterns on the side walk. If only he could get his camera, Blood & Gold Awesome, but his blood loss quickly

became moot as the magma from the volcano covered his body. "That's the last time I go out without a jacket", he thought glumly. Indeed.