Christ this looks awful. I know My Boys was far from great television, but it was heaps better than this misogynistic dreck.

Dudes. Seriously. Stuff just came out of all my holes. 

Dudes. Seriously. Stuff just came out of all my holes. 

BUT DOES HE KNOW NOT TO PUT MY SWEATERS OUT IN THE DRYER?!?! THE ANSWER IS NO, NO HE DOESN'T!!!

BUT DOES HE KNOW NOT TO PUT MY SWEATERS OUT IN THE DRYER?!?! THE ANSWER IS NO, NO HE DOESN'T!!!

So Al Barn walks into a Blur and the Blurtender says, "Gosh, you're kinda a shit," and Al Barn walks out.

So Al Barn walks into a Blur and the Blurtender says, "Gosh, you're kinda a shit," and Al Barn walks out.

Lukewarm.

Kewl.

They should've just re-released Under Siege with the title Battleship slapped on it. Problem solved!

Attagirl, Hayley! You're doing well! *eats Nutrageous*

What?

That's exactly what it is. Absolutely splendid.

…while I patiently wait for the next Gelmania.

Hold the phone: Rita from Darjeeling Limited is in this? Hoooo boy! Where's my Binaca? *phist phist*

I wanna be Jason Sudeikis and Sofia Vergara's baby. Like, a thousand times more than I want to move these bowels I've been holding for two weeks. I WILL BE THEIR BABY.

I remembering seeing a matinee of American Wedding in a nearly empty theater in Jackson Hole, WY and thinking how bummed I would be if it ended up being the last movie I ever saw. But I soldiered on and watched the whole thing cause shit, I was in Jackson Hole.

That's so weird! I was going to watch the Oscars while eating taters, Dick!

While I agree that it killed, I also agree with Kyle that it might be more appreciated by die-hard fans. I think the same could be said for Who Charted; even though there's never a WC I don't enjoy, you could hear the exhaustion in Paul Tompkin's voice from his ear infection. It was slow and easy going, which is nice…

So wait, John Travolta molests a dog in this movie?