If any of y'all know Randy, y'all know he had a good time! I remember vividly 2 years ago, after he got his second KS bird, he turned on the "drinkin' light" (not that it hadn't already been lit for the subsequent nights, but that doesn't really matter, now does it?). Anywho, by about dinner, he was pretty well lit. Within 30 minutes after dinner, he was doing the "dying cockroach" in the middle of the floor. He had tried to flop down in a recliner, and that SOB didn't even attempt to break his fall. We were on the other side of the little island in the kitchen from him, and we heard a loud BANG, and all we could see was arms and legs floppin. I about laughed until I cried. And that was only the beginning of the night! I won't give all the details of that night (nothing dirty), but that guides cute little wife said she had never seen a show like "them Alabama boys", and she had never seen anyone with as much "character" as Randy. We still ain't sure exactly what that meant... I've got stories for days on Randy's clumsiness. It's epic.