| it's one of my many (?) not-really-shared-around-secrets that i fully fucking dig this show.
mainly for:
the one-liners (dog is running after a - GASP - FTA (failure to appear, hellew you'll learn if you watch the show), and the PERP (ahahah) is running off through a carpark - dog yells out to the fat bewildered security guard - "there's a fugitive on the loose, lock this place down LOCK IT DOWN!!!!"
oh please. laughter + anxiety over whether or not he will catch this guy ensues (he does - far fucking out, i don't think i've ever seen a proper bonafide meth head before this guy - it made me feel so fucking nauseous i can't even begin to tell you.)
beth is much more smarter than people give her credit for. are those tits real? no - srsly - are they? my money is on them being 100% real.
leyland is like a bunch of my friend's boyfriends - nice enough guy, stuck in the haircut world of 1992, not too smart but one of the boys. and the fact that they are in Hawaii just makes it feel like they are three suburbs over from me (with the polynesians etc - who are fucking hot might i add - big buff brown boys - YES PLEASE - i went out with a samoan massage therapist once, but he was insane.)
the only person on the show who really properly pisses me off, is the guy who always drives, always wears sunglasses, and always wears a baseball cap. when i first saw the show, he never had that long braided ponytail! what do you think you're doing? stop licking dog's ass, come on now. and what's with dog's american indian/hawaiian/bogan getup? those dreamcatchers or whatever he has in his hair must be so fucking irritating.
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