randyi felt like randy was a cheat. it wasn't really so much about getting rid of his stuff as much as it was "here's this freak and we help him move his hoard from one place to another." none of his hoard went into the trash, and i enjoy seeing hoarded stuff go into the trash. at the least, they could have tossed his hair.
randy's arrogance toward matt was infuriating. i've just been witness to that kind of assy behavior way too many times. granted, it was in high school but that just means that randy is all arrested development.
vicki
now THAT'S what i'm talking about! vicki -- and paul! -- was everything hoarders is about -- stringy hair, no teeth, randomly unbuttoned shirt, dead parent, one messed up kid and one normal kid, brass furniture, pastel painted flowery knick knacks! man, all i needed was a mangy cat and i would have been set.
harley, man. i love that his sleep hole was not really for sleeping but more for "here's where i lie face down and just go blank." well, more blank.
cherish! y'all know how much i hate white girl dreads, but i kind of loved them on her because it was like a big old sign saying "you don't want to know what's inside." poor dear ... that dye job will just make anyone cry. that and your horrible mom.
paul! why didn't they subtitle his mushmouth? i wanted to go back and hear what he was saying but his two teef were terrifying me -- i swear one was looking at me. i did love that he was finally taking charge and just throwing it into the truck -- go on, paul! keep on keepin' on!
btw, i regret buying our bumbo off craigslist. luckily, baby mo hates it and we use it to store some loose toys.