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Eddie in space #29 says you don't need talent to make tons of money like organ grinders do. You don't even need a hurdy-gurdy or a trained monkey. You will need a cup, a goofy hat, and a friend who can play a musical instrument. Have your buddy wail out some great tunes on his instrument while you sit on the ground in front of a crowd of people, wearing a goofy hat and holding a cup in your hand. BAM! Instant wealth.
Several residents, WAY too many to list here in the Helpful Hints section, sent the exact same hint. Since it's cool and shady under our trailers, that's the perfect place to spread the cowshit you can purchase by the truckload at the dairy up the road. The dairy's cowshit has proven to be full of psilocybin spores. All you gots to do is cover the ground under your trailer with it. When you wake up in the morning, stoop down and look under your trailer. You will see a blanket of magical mushrooms under there.
We think Jose the Mariachi guy who got left here last month has been trying to tell us something. None of us can figure out what it is, on account of none of us speaks Spanglish except Jose. He accidentally got left here last month and he ain't got no way to leave. Maybe he's trying to give us valuable helpful hints. Somebody better get a Spanglish-English dictionary quick so we can figure out what Jose's trying to tell us.
STAY IN YOUR TRAILER! That's the sage advice Maddog Monson has to offer. He was hunkered down hiding in his trailer in space #91, on account of some girl he knocked up moved into Tinbox Acres. Maddog was getting a little stir crazy hiding in his trailer. The second he worked up the balls to wander outside for some fresh air, BANG! He got hauled away with a whole bunch of us during the Cinco de Mayo Arrest Fest.
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