Dumping beer on your fat bitch best friend, though, that's pretty bad. I wouldn't have imagined that one could get access to the snatch after such behavior, back when I was of the age when Sixteen Candles was released. (Now, of course, I know better. Which is why I try to finger them in the bar when I'm fishing for civilians. More pigs are down with that than I ever would have expected.)

John Hughes was the bomb, though -- I'm partial to Ferris Bueller's Day Off. And Weird Science.