Two guys from New Jersey, Philip Horkman (so named because he's so nice and PC that he makes you want to puke) and Jeffrey Peckerman (so named because he's a total word-that-is-not-allowed-in-this-part-of-the-forum), get into an argument over soccer, get mistaken for terrorists, meet real terrorists, escape on a cruise ship, and accidentally solve most of the world's geopolitical problems by dint of coincidence, sheer incompetence, and frequent grossness (especially on Peckerman's part). Sometimes funny, sometimes bizarre, sometimes both.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
