One fine day, Manny was drunk off his ass.

"I need...more...booze..." he mumbled.

So he walked outside and ran into that fucktard, Mr. Lopart.

"Hello, Manny," said Mr. Lopart, getting his cat into a tiny wedding dress. "Me and Fluffy are getting married today."

"Booze," was all Manny said, smashing an empty beer bottle into his neighbor's face.

"FUCK!" yelled Mr. Lopart. "MY EYES!"

Without his eyes, Mr. Lopart couldn't defend himself from his cat, and was soon eaten alive by Fluffy.

Manny got into his car. The tools were concerned.

"Should you really be driving when you're this drunk?" asked Rusty. "You're pretty hammered right now."

"I'm a hammer," said Pat.

"Fucktard," said Rusty.

But Manny ignored them and drove off, unaware that the day would end in unspeakable tragedy.