THE HAIR GOT CUT! THE HAIR GOT CUT! THE HAIR GOT CUT!

That is all, kthx.

Wait, I lied. Four things. Cos you know when he's standing outside on her porch on the phone and he has his hand in the back pocket (such a Gale-ism ♥) of his jeans and you can see this tiny little peak of his tummy and his brown belt?

I might have liked that. Just a little. And by little I mean that might've been the best two seconds of my life.

Even as I fear for the existance of Jackson's dog, PETA. I'm so doing a frame-by-frame search of that apartment (or was it a house?) when we get caps for a doggie dish. And QaF DVDs on a shelf. COS HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE AMIRITE.


Randypants turns 31.
For this v. speshul day in Harrison history, I bring you this actual scene of Earl and Randy in bed from My Name is Earl:



E: Randy!
R: Randy. Yeah, I'm glad you brought that up. Since I'm gonna be a little older in a few days, I'd like you to start calling me by my proper name: Randolph.
E: Your name is Randall.
R: Is is?! Is that even a real name? I mean, Randolph's a name I've actually heard of before. Like Randolph Hitler.
--Earl and Randy Gale and Randy, My Name is Earl Gayle Howard

I was snorting so hard when that aired. Both Randys have November b-days, aww. I crave QaF/My Name Is Earl fic. Brian could totally be on Earl's list. "That time I accidentally kidnapped this gay guy's domestic partner when Randy and I stole this really cherry classic Vette..."


HOW ARE THERE NO RANDYCON REPORTS YET, FANDOM. MY HEART, SHE BREAKS. D: