Amid the dozens of pages that scope out beautified plastic celebs caught in oversized sweats, under-filled bikinis and makeup-less facials in the wee hours of the morning, is born something more home-grown.
It pays homage to sweaty, caked-on Cover Girl, Pillsbury-filled friends faked-and-baked to a crisp, and right in our own backyards.
It injects the good ol' people of Walmart into your good ol' neighbourhood bar where everyone knows your name face. And when time runs out, things get ugly.
They are BuzzerBeaterz exposed.