Shain tells us that mudding is his stress-reliever. Sure, I find it relieves stress when I try to eject my friends out of the back of a truck through the act of reckless driving. Anna is not a fan. I have a suspicion I might like Anna. She even goes so far as to make fun of her friends calling it “muddin’,” because if it was actually a word, it would have a “g” on it. Yes. I have decided that I do like Anna.
Meanwhile, Cara is tucked safely INSIDE the truck, nestled among the menfolk. I have a feeling now that the other girls are dirty and wet, some resentment is going to build. Cara is being treated like a princess. They got stuck in a mudpit, because Shain is a genius. Ashley pulls Cara down into the mud and starts wrestling with her. The boys barely contain their drool, and Joey explains that they all want Cara. He hopes he “gets to it” first, but if he doesn’t he better get to it, period. Ugh.
Their friend Willy comes to rescue the pickup truck with his tractor. He’s shirtless, apparently because he’s a redheaded farmer. That’s supposed to serve as an explanation as to why he’s shirtless. Is there some sort of shirtless redhead farmer stereotype I’m unaware of? Joey and his hair tell us that in Sissonville, it’s one big mudpit, and that means you can have the best day ever.
Shae lives in Charleston, but somehow has been best friends with Anna since they were kids. She’s obsessed with the house, and warns that she’ll be there all the time. Katie doesn’t like the neighbors, because they are always calling the cops. Sure enough, there’s a cop car lurking right now, and the girls somehow think it’s wise to taunt them. Shae suggests giving the neighbors a real reason to complain, and while their neighbor is in the process of screaming at them, they are in the process of planning a rager for the next night. I would be soooo fruuuuustrated if I was just living my life, and some loud kids moved in across the street and MTV was with them, encouraging their loudness and drunkenness.
Subtitled-Shain (because really, he’s completely unintelligible) tells us that he’s lived “up there in the wolfpen” his whole life, and half his neighbors are his cousins. I’m guessing the same thing can be said about his girlfriends. His mom tells us that her son is wild and crazy, and loves to sling trash. He doesn’t have a phone, a facebook, or none of that internet stuff. He apparently just hangs out on his front porch and yells at his neighbors to bring him food. It’s called a “holler” because if you holler, someone will hear you. I don’t know why this is supposed to be a good thing.