I can't believe everyone came down so hard on this flick; the first half is fucking hysterical, and the rest of it is passable enough. The only possible explanation is a temporary, localized hatred of laughing and hot chicks. There's tons of quotable lines and insults (all still useable, since almost no one bothered to see this movie); plenty of babes; a cop getting pissed on; a savage beating; a little kid kicked in the balls by an adult (finally, some payback for all those movies where little kids hit us in the balls); a topless midget; an irritated fiancé; someone shitting himself; and a bouncy castle. It's like any random Wednesday out, except I remembered it all the next day. There's only three things wrong with this movie: the speech about the breakfast sandwich goes on entirely too long and just straight-up isn't funny, the stripper who's good at Halo is way too much of a nerd fantasy to be true even if it is, and I didn't like the fact that everyone learned a valuable lesson in the end because frankly I'm over that shit. Just once can't there be a movie where everyone loses, love conquers nothing, nobody learns a valuable lesson, and Christmas is ruined? You know what, I think I'll write that movie myself. I'll call it "My First Marriage".