It's not spring break without drunken sorority types disrobing onstage to the delight of hooting frat boys while the unctuous emcee keeps things moving along at the usual pace. The guys chant, "Show your tits," so often that the phrase lost all meaning.

Like most decent wet t-shirt contests, where it takes skin to win, this turns into straight-up nudity. The girls of Spring Break 2002 take a proactive approach to their art. They start going down on each other with all the gusto of a severely inebriated Eastern Wisconsin State at Kenosha freshman, which is what most of them are. Since they don't entirely perform cunnilingus on each other, their performances can best be described as "68" - just a notch shy of the Promised Land. They do, however, make a concerted effort with their "box-eating train" and "seafood buffet" tomfoolery.

Mardi Gras bacchanalia abounds on the next sequence with random ladies flashing their goodies.

The finale features a young girl with car trouble. The cameraman offers his mechanical expertise in exchange for her writhing around and masturbating on his living room floor in the buff. Quid pro quo never sounded so sweet.