...but maybe I could have shown a modicum of self-control
After several unsuccessful attempts at breaking the door down, Kenny blames Denise for their bathroom incarceration. Denise apologizes sarcastically and says that she would've knocked "if [she'd] known [he'd] be pleasuring [him]self." Kenny takes objection to this interpretation and tells her he was getting his "shit" ready because there's this "superman honey downstairs, jus' dyin' to have sex wi' [him]." Meanwhile, the "superman honey" gets back together with her boyfriend. The cheating was just a rumor. God, all this makes me miss high school so much. That is, if the definition of "to miss" is "doing keckler's jig of joy that I'm not involved with any of this crap anymore." Downstairs, Preston searches for Amanda and asks a random pal for her whereabouts. The friend, who I feel I should mention is carrying around about six cans of Redi-Whip, tells him he doesn't know but that he's thinking of asking her out. He looks down at the cans and says, "Time to get freak-ay!" Again, I don't get it, but it was snarfilicious. Preston finally finds Amanda just at the moment when Slimy Ron decides to lay a big fat wet one on her. Oh, wait, I think there's going to be a case of the hero getting ahold of the wrong end of the stick. Crushed, Preston leaves the party, tossing his precious letter in the garbage. Not to worry; somehow the letter gets attached to someone's shoe and flies around the party (see: the feather in Forrest Gump) until it lands, unnoticed, in a nosh bowl in front of Amanda. But before the feather trick, Amanda gets mad at Slimy Ron for taking advantage of her and stomps away.