lovewins | Sub Cultured

Where else should love blossom in the trailer park than between a trailer park supervisor and his assistant? Maybe only between a supervisor and his liquor…Or between an assistant and his cheeseburgers. The award for the third-best romance of Sunnyvale Trailer Park, however, definitely belongs to Jim Lahey and Randy, the shit-lovers of all time from Trailer Park Boys.

Boys, pull up a lawn chair, or a bucket, or a refurbished broken shopping cart and listen to the greatest love story every told. An ex-cop attempts to rekindle his legacy and life by serving the small community of good, simple folk. Lahey’s downfall was tragic, but his rise back to the top on the shit-wings of his boy-friday, Randy, is the stuff romance movies are made of.

Kidding. These two are a glorious catastrophe and their love is a sticky mess. They drink, they smoke, and they have weird sex in their trailer while pretending to rehearse for a play at the local rec center. Well, that is when Randy isn’t whoring himself out for cheeseburgers or Jim isn’t hitting on sexy, sexy Julian. Sometimes they are in a polyamorous relationship with Jim’s ex-wife and sometimes Randy impregnates Lucy, but the strange love between a trailer park supervisor and his assistant is really none of your business, is it? After all, a shit leopard can’t change his spots.

So here’s to liquor, and tight white pants and no-shirt full-service.

Happy #lovewins everyone. (by the way, same-sex marriage has been legal in Canada for over a decade)