I can’t believe I’m watching Game 7 of the NBA Finals instead of this cautionary morality tale that some are calling the Reefer Madness of this generation. Maybe Lifetime will rerun it overnight so I can see what I missed; this review suggests it’s off the charts on the unintentional hilarity index:
We get 8/10 for the hilariousness alone, it would be a full ten had Justin been killed by the internet porn.
Yep, it definitely beats watching sweaty guys in knee-length shorts run left and right across your TV screen for three hours.