This uptight chick and her two slutty friends decide to throw a huge party at her uncle's beach house. The end. No, really, that's the whole story: the only break in the drinking, smoking, and tits comes when they go baling for weed so they can throw another party. (Note to flyover states: "baling" is when you walk the beach looking for bales of drugs that smugglers threw overboard because they were about to get boarded. In short, their refusal to get into a running gun battle [pussies] is your gain.) Of course the uncle eventually shows up, and so do the pigs, but like in your better music videos instead of busting everybody they just start partying too. The best part is when the uncle's fiancé barges in, busts him with some naked chicks, and calls off their engagement; instead of trying to patch things up with her, he just shrugs it off and has a threesome with two 18-year-olds instead! See, now that's how you handle a situation like that. In the end the party is so out of control that it takes the fucking Coast Guard to break it up. They seize all the dope and burn it in a huge bonfire, but everybody just stands there inhaling so they all get baked anyway. The "jokes" in this flick aren't quite up to the high standards of, say, Bananas magazine, but who cares when we've got this:

And that's the uptight chick. Her two friends are completely out of control. Sadly, the vast majority of the peripheral sluts are pretty substandard, but the three main ones more than make up for it so I'm gonna have to give this movie the Mr. Satanism stamp of approval.