When I was in Vegas a few weeks ago, I got sucked into Slednecks, a reality show on MTV profiling the weather-beaten drunken youth of Alaska. The doughy-ass boys aren’t cute, but they are endearing. What’s the saying? The odds are good, but the goods are odd. You’d think with the Alaskan guy-to-girl ratio the girls would have some slimmer pickins. For real, these dudes give whale blubber new meaning. Somehow most of the women remain bronzed, hard-bodied goddesses proving the technology of the spray tan has crept all the way to the Arctic Circle. The women of Slednecks are fucking tough. Like blow your couch up, crack a beer bottle over your head, push you down the stairs, knock you the fuck out tough. All drunken shenanigans aside, the true treasure of the show is master boat-maker Leonard who dispenses old bear Alaskan wisdom like Yoda. I love him. I want to go to Alaska just so he can tell me I’m trouble.