Damn You White Chicks

For nearly seven years, I have had the privilege of belonging to an august, exclusive organization, the MNFBBQ. It originally started as a group of like-minded men getting together every fourth Monday night to enjoy athletic competition, flame grilled delicacies and good company. After a few months, we decided during months in which the athletic competitions were not being fared to enjoy cinematic classics instead. While there have been a few bumps in the road along the way , like a certain lovable dog eating hot dog buns just minutes before start time, a DVD that skipped, a missing waitress, absenteeism made worse by whining, stale buns and that dark period to which we refer as the Noam Era. Over all though, things have gone pretty smoothly. We even started giving back to the community.

This morning, the sky is gray, both literally and in the world of MNFBBQ. One of our members showed "White Chicks" last night. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was the worst movie ever, but it was by far the worst we have seen in the MNFBBQ's great history. It was worse than "Zoolander", which I still maintain is a classic. It was even worse than "Rat Race". For a way-too detailed analysis about why "White Chicks" was so bad, check out Noah Daddy.

The only bright spot is that I host next time and the bar has been set so low for whatever I movie I choose to show. Does anyone have a copy of "Ernest Goes to Splash Mountain" that I can borrow in a month or so?