Sunday morning Moleturd had planned to sleep later after avoiding the Pub on Saturday night. Instead he stays home but gets in a bad mood, missing his friends, but he gets a six-pack and turns on the Sports Channel.
But he forgot and set the clock for 6AM. RRRRRIINNNGGGGG!!!
"Great! I stay home and forget it's Sunday and I can sleep late. Shoot, the bed is wet. I bet I punctured it last night when I hauled Myrtle in here. I HAD to do something on Saturday night."
So he goes back to sleep.
At 6:09AM his eyes fly wide open as he realizes that the water bed is in the other bedroom.
Too much beer. Should have went to the pub.