My Name Is Earl
Earl, I forgive you for making the husband sing the Smokey and the Bandit

song for the next 48 hours. But only because we got an extra dose of Randy cuteness and a dog named Poochie tonight. Though I'm not exactly with him on Amnesty Day at the adult-video store or the cheerleaders' bikini dog wash (do the dogs wear the bikinis?), I was awfully disappointed for Randy every time Earl chose golf-obsessed Scott (Johnny Galecki from Roseanne) over going to the fair. And really, wasn't Scott's downfall caused by his own hubris as much as by Earl's quest for free beer? Hubris must've been a different episode on Carson Daly. Through Randy's eyes, Scott was pretty well off just having that car with a TV in it and, as Randy put it, "Now you have beer, so sometimes things work out." So when Scott's girlfriend, frustrated that he'd never taken her to Colonial Williamsburg, went off to Ozzfest and "churned some guy's butter," I think he kind of deserved it.

Other things to love about this episode:
- The messed up Say Anything reenactment, during which the black downstairs neighbor thought they were burning a cross and throwing shoes at him. "We're not moving!"
- Seeing Earl and Randy in their idea of preppy clothing. And Randy's "I need to call my banker" excuse for not revealing his golf score.
- Earl renting Smokey's Trans Am. But could it possibly be cooler than Joy's Subaru Brat? And is it completely obvious that I had to get the husband (who's still singing) to tell me the names of these cars? "Eastbound and down, loaded up and truckin'..."