Something's wrong. It's a rainy day in Seattle, you're bored, and you live in your mom's basement. But that's normal. Your mom's been harping on you to get a job. That's normal too. No, what's really wrong is that you're about to give up this perfect gig and actually try to get a life.

Your friends get wind of your harebrained idea and decide to race you. Not because they particularly want to get lives, but just to prove that they can do it faster than you can.

Your objective? Get a job. Get an apartment. Survive the trials of life-on-your-own. Your pitfalls? You've got no taste, a crappy car, and aspirations of being a success without lifting a finger. And sometimes your loser genes get the better of you.