SPOILER ALERT

Daddy has a party!

It’s a rainy night in Georgia California, and Keannnu* is home alone after his wife and kids desert leave take everything and fuck off  go away for the weekend, thus leaving him with the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen on the face of this earth in California.

MUCH RAIN

Keannnu is required by the script to slowly walk towards the sound of a knock on a door. IN HIS HOUSE. KEANNNU OPENS DOOR, because it is written. Two, count’em, two, soaking wet fifteen-year-old serial killers, drenched by the rainmaker, greet him with wet clothes and nubile, shivering, scantily-clad bodies. Keannnu has no choice but to call an Uber in the hope that he will be able to leave a house that has been decorated by no human being living on the face of this earth.

Much mayhem ensues.

Will Keannnu be able to rid himself of the naughty duo in time to straighten up the house? Will Keannnu ever act? Unfortunately, we will never know. Keannnu ends up buried in his back yard, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his wife and kiddies.

* Will someone please introduce me to the only person on the planet who convinced Keannnu he can act? I want to cut the tongue out of the mouth and snip the fingers off the body so he or she can’t speak or sign, thus preventing the Keannnu from ever acting in another moving picture again.