It's been a busy couple of weeks which means we rewarded ourselves with probably one of the grossest films of the early 2000s. It's not gross in a cringe way (unless you're Carolina). Rather, it's gross in the same way that a glass of somebody else's sweat would be gross: body/excretion humor because the low hanging fruit was already on the floor.

Yuck it up with us as we endure 2001's "Osmosis Jones," do away with excess plot recap, pit partner vs. partner, and ask for just one likeable dad.