Remember that time when we were houseguests at our boss' Hampton's beach house, but when we showed up he had killed himself by od'ing on coke (just kidding he was murdered by a hitman, also doing lots of coke), and instead of calling the police we thought it was a better idea if we pretended he wasn't dead so we could continue to party, drink champagne, and make out with girls in thong bikinis?! Oh wait. That never happened but it IS the plot to everyone's favorite movie about that loveable corpse, Weekend at Bernie's! Coming straight out of the golden year of Sweetie Sinema, 1989, Weekend at Bernie's is a horrible movie that for some reason continues to crack us up through it's slapstick humor and the hilarious duo of Richard and Larry. Tune in as we talk about our consensus that this movie's real intention is to provide commentary on 90s yuppie culture, how Gwen is the oldest 21 year old we've ever seen, and which of Bernie's rich bitch toys we would want for ourselves. BONUS, we play everyone's favorite game: Andrew McCarthy or Emilio Estevez AND also get into an argument about Martin Sheen's real name (It's Ramon!) Happy Friday!