This skirt kills her husband so she can collect on the insurance, but it turns out he didn't have any! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Chicks are so fucking dumb. Now she has to switch to Plan B, getting a job and supporting herself. Ha ha! Of course I'm kidding. Plan B is poaching her best friend's husband, which shouldn't be too hard since the best friend in question has a fat ass, a drinking problem, a bad fucking attitude, and just plain sucks. Unfortunately, getting away with murder once hasn't made the main chick any brighter: besides pissing off every potential ally and all but confessing on camera, her only move, no matter what she's trying to get away with, is to dose someone with sleeping pills. When she needs to swipe the other husband's wedding ring, she doses him with sleeping pills. When she wants to make it look like her drunken cow of a friend has been swilling hooch all day long, she doses her with sleeping pills. When she decides to kill the nim she confessed to, she doses him with sleeping pills. The truly laughable part is that this works every single time. Is there anything this bitch can't achieve by dosing someone with sleeping pills? Maybe that's how Obama got elected. You know what? I haven't been laid in a while, maybe I should invite her over so she can end my dry spell by dosing me with sleeping pills. (Foolproof backup plan: I dose her with tequila shots and then fuck her even stupider.) The worst thing about this flick though is the ending: the two chicks are fighting over a gun, then suddenly they just skip to the aftermath without showing us what happened! I guess you really don't need to know how the Death Star got blown up as long as you know it's been blown up, right?