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Consider this a public warning or a cautionary tale. Last night was my birthday as some of you out there (Greg, the stalker) know. We had a solid little shin dig here at Reject HQ that involved homemade lasagna and a bottle of Dom that Neil has been saving for a special occasion. A close group of great friends, a life-size Danny DeVito pinata, and the entire DVD set of The Super Mario Brothers Super Show later – and everyone was thoroughly ready to crash out.

Luckily, or so I thought, the new I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell Trailer was cool enough to stay and hang out with me when everyone left. We tossed in my new DVD set of “Sports Night” (Thanks Dave and Emily!) and sat down on the couch. He moved closer. I started to feel a little light headed. I was coming down from my buzz, but I still felt woozy. Everything started to go black.

And then the I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell trailer date raped me.

I don’t want this to happen to anyone else out there, so please, please take a good hard look at what the perp looks like so that if you spot him on the street, you can avoid his sleazy gaze:

And, as you can probably guess from the bland nature of the trailer, it was awful in bed.

The bright side is that the movie looks just about as funny as the book. So, about as funny as the time I got that hemorrhoid on my face.

Don’t judge me. It happens sometimes.

The flick stars Jesse Bradford, Traci Lords, and Matt Zcuchry as Tucker Max – based on the book by Tucker Max – screenplay co-written by Tucker Max.

What do you think? Is that even medically possible?