I'm sure most of you know more about it than I did, but this movie is about this super hot chick who lives in her sister's guest house (I thought she was their nanny at first and this was going to be about an au pair who has to integrate her kid with the family's), drives a really nice Volkswagen, and works as a stage hand to Ryan Seacrest on E!. She gets a promotion to be a red carpet interviewer and goes out with her sister to a club to celebrate where she meets this really cool, funny, smart and genuine guy (who's of course chubby with bad teeth). Little does she know, he's a pathetic unemployed stoner who lives off some 10-year-old disability check with his five roommates who do nothing but take smoke grass and think their idea for a website of celebrity titty stills from movies is original. They hook up, and in the fumble of drunk presex, he decides to ditch the condom and go for it, and whaddyaknow, she gets pregnant.
The movie was pretty funny and all, but every joke was tainted with this horrible realization that HOLY FUCKING CHRIST SHE'S PREGNANT BY THIS BONG-HITTING STRANGER. Even after he admits to giving up on putting on the condom, she still agrees to try to get to know him so they can raise their baby together or some shit. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HE SAID HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING AND FUCKED YOU BARE ON PURPOSE AND YOU STILL WANT TO LOOK AT HIM. Then we get all the funny of him and his stoner friends lounging around the house they can afford somehow playing ping pong and talking about pussy and movies and haha look at him taking bong hits through a gas mask MOTHER OF GOD HE'S GOING TO HAVE A CHILD.
Then there's this whole subplot with her sister and Paul Rudd whose marriage is in shambles because he's a weakling and she's a self-absorbed shrilly drama queen and they clearly don't like each other all that much but hey they got together because of an accidental pregnancy too. They have a big falling out and he realizes the only way to make a marriage work is to blissfully pretend everything's okay and just bob your head along to everything your wife says so you can keep her.
Sure, the guy is loveable and nice and funny, his friends are great one-joke standees, and even the chick manages to be pretty funny in her Alice in Farrellyland reactions to them. I laughed, and some of the people in the theater were downright howling, but I just couldn't stop thinking about how fucked everyone is in the movie and how okay with it all they seemed.