ANEW IN A POST-BRIDESMAIDS WORLD

The other day, Matt and I were discussing stoner films we had/hadn’t seen, including Dude, Where’s My Car? and he paused and said “Why hasn’t anyone made “Dude, Where’s My Clit?”.
JUDD APATOW YOUR NEXT PROJECT IS WAITING.
(Please god, let this show up in the Google Alert he has one his own name.)
Meanwhile:
Please suggest potential plot synopsis for DWMC in the comments.
Mine: Raunchy Pineapple Express For Girls, starring Lizzy Caplan of Party Down non-fame and is totally free of anyone who was in Superbad, unless there is a scene where Michael Cera gets slapped a bunch or stuffed nude down a laundry chute, where he remains for the rest of the movie.