This is a clip from a new CMT reality show titled “Bayou Billionaires,” centered around a Southern family named the Dowdens who done struck it rich when some fancy gas company went and put some equipment on their property and the checks came a-rollin’ in. It’s pretty much “The Beverly Hillbillies” if the Clampetts had decided to stay at home and put in an above ground hot tub instead of move to California. Some highlights:
- Accents that make Larry the Cable Guy sound like Morgan Freeman.
- A horny 90-year-old grandfather who spends all day on the phone trying too woo women.
- A girl named Chantel whose ENTIRE SEGMENT is about getting new teeth.
- Chantel’s boyfriend, a burned-out biker who describes himself as follows: “Some people call me Carl, some people call me Albert, and, it really depends on what part of the country I’m in, some people call me Jimmy.” Hmm, seems legitimate to me!
- A third-degree black belt named Gerald Jr. who looks like Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite and says “The only thing I like more than winning is not losing.”
I’m a little torn on this show. On one hand, as a NortheasternCollegeEducatedLiberalElite looking down on the common folks from his ivory tower, this whole thing is horrifying to me. All of it. But on the other hand, if someone started mailing me checks for $100,000 for doing nothing, I’d probably go apesh-t with the money, too. (Step 1: Hire the entire East Coast Family play my birthday party every year.) And, hey, as someone who has to fill up a blog every day with posts about TV, this family could be a godsend. So I guess what I’m getting at is this: keep doin’ you, weird shady biker and creepshow old dude. I’ve got bills to pay.
Necessary image after the jump.
via Buzzfeed


“It’s survival of the fittest down here.”
I know. Idioms.
You haven’t lived until you’re seen one of your horses trample one of your hounds.
“Ah have fifty hounds.”
Pretty much what I would do with the money, too.
You know what I would do? Two chicks at the same time.
“I don’t consider myself a rebel, just a Daughter of the Confederacy”
It’s like an enjoyable version of The Royal Tenenbaums.
Also, DG, I’m pretty sure Sudden Impact will play your house for $50 and a warm meal.
So this is what the 1% looks like. Shameful.
Some folks’ll never eat a skunk, but then again some folks’ll, like Cletus the slack-jawed yokel.
And how about the near-incest we’ve got going on here between mama and her “favorite son.” But it’s OK. He’s married … to a big girl who likes to dominate his ass.
Maybe CMT should come up to North Dakota, where there are hundreds of brand new oil millionaires just sitting on their money and acting like they’re still broke as shit.
I can’t wait for the episode when one of ‘em loses a toe.
What are the percentages? I’ve heard some folk’ll never lose a toe.
… but then again, some folks’ll
As a westerner with no teeth, I applaud the south’s ability to make me look not so bad. Bless you!
Motown Philly, DG. Motown Philly.
ABC BBD.
what? No love for Sudden Impact?
As a Southerner with a college education and all my real teeth, I often get frustrated by the old “stupid redneck” stereotype. But this?
O. M. G. Y’ALL. It’s too hilarious to hate.
Oh, my. Oh, my, my…
(Not the first time I’ve said it, won’t be the last. Bravo, Television.)