The look of horror on Gayle Haggard's face when she realized just what she had gotten herself into was priceless. I suspect she would have felt safer with a serial killer. I totally expected her to pull out an electric drill and install a lock on the bedroom door to keep the devil out. But she took it like a champ and decided she could "enlighten" Gary Busey. Obviously she doesn't watch a lot of television and missed "Celebrity Rehab" and "Celebrity Apprentice". She is upset because Gary won't listen to her story, she wants to tell him about the scandal and how they handled it and all he wants is to know what sport she played as a child. Gayle honey, just because you choose to believe Ted, who confessed that all was true and now wants to back pedal and call the guy "his accuser" instead of "his meth using lover" that doesn't mean everyone wants to sit and listen to it. Go into Gary's light and enjoy life for a bit, it's quite obviously a pleasant place to be, just look how happy Gary is there.
Then we have
I want to dislike goofy Gary and his "wife/girlfriend/but we are married spiritually" Stephanie, but I can't. He has no filter and I have no filter. We are kindred spirits, we may have even been Cleopatra's parents in a former life. I found I actually like their crazy ass life and them. For all of his goofiness he does have lucid moments of pure brillance. Their ramblings make me happy because watching them you can see that they are happy, and that is all that really matters. Maybe it's a special talent of the Haggard's that a few minutes of them on my TV screen can make anyone, even Gary Busey look normal. I would much rather live in the Busey's world of confusion and in your face happiness than the world of denial the Haggard's live in.