Good fucking lord. It's really the FUBU shirt that puts the icing on this delicious cake of supertrash.
These are the questions I have: Why on earth doesn't he call the cops—or at least move!—when she starts throwing bottles at him? Why is she hitting him with a garbage can in front of rolling TV cameras? Didn't I see this sketch on Mr. Show once? And, most importantly, why do I live in Indiana?
This is why I find My Name Is Earl about as funny as a documentary on coin collecting.
[Via Michael K, who declares Connie "a true American icon."]