Testimonials

Tyra is having dinner with Landry and his family, and it is adorable, as we all knew it would be, with Dad telling a story about a cat named Mr. Puddles. Sadly, this riveting tale is interrupted with a serious phone call, as Dad finds out that a body has been found in the river. He has to leave to go deal with it. Worried glances start flying around the table, ending with one of Landry's patented blank-but-bordering-on-creepy stares. "He looks like an albino," my mom helpfully suggested in an urgent phone call last week.

"You should have seen the very first body that little Landry threw in the river. It was this big!"

The next day, Landry is fidgeting in church as the preacher drones on about guilt and sin. What is it with Dillon's religious community and its ability to create sermons that relate exactly to what its followers are going through? It's uncanny! Later, in his room, Landry tells Tyra that he can't take it anymore, that he's going to turn himself in and just hope that they'll let him off easy. Tyra correctly says that that's not going to happen, and that he better keep his mouth shut or she'll bludgeon him with a wrench. Or at least, that's what she was thinking.

Lyla arrives at Landry's future home, the State School For Boys, to continue her fruitless Jesus work. She notices James Franco leaving, pulls the car up next to him, and makes a couple lame jokes. He wisely ignores her. But Lyla is nothing if not feisty, so she keeps at it and manages to lure him into the car. She drags his backstory out of him - his parents got deported to Mexico, he got busted for selling drugs, and he needs a job now that he's out on probation. Once they arrive at his trailer park, she asks for his number. Lyla, when will you learn? Bad boys only bring you personal ruin and sorrow! On the other hand, they're pretty great in the sack. So I guess it's a trade-off.

Speaking of belligerent Mexicans, Tim and Jason have taken to the streets. Jason is yet again trying to convince Tim that this surgery is no big deal, that it's only illegal in America because it hasn't been approved yet and that will take too much time. Tim, in too much of a drunken haze to properly realize that he needs to talk him out of this, starts crossing the street, leaving Jason at the curb yelling at him to come back and get him. It's pretty funny. Eh, I guess you just had to be there. Eventually a cop pulls them over and asks for their IDs. Jason starts to freak out, but Tim stays cool: "He wants memories as well, Six. He want a night on the town, he wants some señoritas." Tim tries to pay him off and immediately gets arrested.

Cut to the police station, where Jason is using part of his surgery stash to bail Tim out. Haha. Poor Jason. I love him to death, but sometimes when he gets pissed off, it's hilarious. I also love how his vocabulary turns into that of a twelve-year-old when he gets mad. "You go ahead and get loaded tonight, catch...syphilis or...whatever skanky jailbait or...random hooker or whore you can find on the street, but I'm going back to the hotel!" "Can you at least buy me a couple tacos?" Tim yells after him. Foolish Tim. If you had just stayed in America, you could have gotten one last Tuesday at Taco Bell for free! I got mine. Thanks, Red Sox!

Jacoby Ellsbury stole that base so that fine, upstanding American citizens such as yourself could receive a free taco. And this is how you repay him, TIM?

As Coach finally arrives at home for good (yay!) a happy reunion takes place out on the driveway. Gracie is especially happy to see him.

"I have a dad??!"

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