It's predictably tasteless, but you already guessed that, and it's politically incorrect, and you already guessed that, and it's American and probably could only be so. Not that other countries don't have their fair share of average, ugly, drunken partygoers, but Americans have a unique, charming lack of concern about their personal and public images without which Facebook and MySpace would have been about as exciting as telephone directories. Some societies don't like to be humiliated in public. Americans, well, you know.
So be prepared for a parade of age-related drunkenness, style impairment, terminal obesity and disregard for the consequences of allowing amateur photographers to capture their friends' worst moments of indignity.
If you already know you'll hate it, don't visit. It's exactly what you're expecting. It's horrible and hilarious and nobody's going to admit to laughing themselves silly at some of this stuff. Liars.
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It pays homage to sweaty, caked-on Cover Girl, Pillsbury-filled friends faked-and-baked to a crisp, and right in our own backyards.
It injects the good ol' people of Walmart into your good ol' neighbourhood bar where everyone knows your name face. And when time runs out, things get ugly.
They are BuzzerBeaterz exposed.