Oh boy.

Momma always said, “Drunk is as drunk does.”

Greg does drunk exceptionally well.

Last week, we regaled you with “Drunk Canasta,” the first part of our Cook Forest decompression. This week, “Drunker Canasta.”

The cast iron pizza was amazing, in the Mt. Rushmore of best pizza ever consumed by either Del Duca.

Greg can’t find his Lincoln Hawk shirt. Problem is, the world meets nobody halfway. Outside of Stallone, perhaps only Kenny Loggins truly understands this. It’s like a testosterone enhanced Hallmark card. Watch it. Jesus, that guitar solo gets me every time. (Norris understands. Don’t you, Earnest?)

Jen becomes annoyed with Greg’s infatuation with and use of Snape’s wand.

Greg fucks up the lyrics to, “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” (Kind of like this. Really, you should click that. It’s funny.)

Jen gives Greg a Steelhead education and two young Asian girls show off their catch.

Greg dives on Jen and Kate, now peacefully slumbering, thus concluding this shit show.

Jen finishes strong with, “I’m done with you, fucker fuck face.”

Very alliterative.

Well played, Jennifer. Well played.

We present to you, “Drunker Canasta.”