The HazMat guys tell us that our cheap PVC sewer lines won't disintegrate and have to be dug up and replaced if we just refrain from flushing any meth chemicals down them, including drain cleaner.

Welcome Wagon Willy in space #38 advises if you're the object of some lovelorn behemoth's affections, you can successfully avoid her for as long as it takes to make her finally give up on you. All you got to do is stay on the side of the trailers opposite the sun, wearing camouflage. The lovelorn behemoth will stalk your trailer too often for you to obtain provisions, so you'll have to go all-out survivalist for a while. Bring a canteen, some non-perishable food items, a sleeping bag, etc. 'cause you'll have to camp out. Also, bring a pair of binoculars so you can spot the lovelorn behemoth before it spots you.

Timmy Radkin in space #47 shares his Happy Birthday Way to Clean Up the Dog Crap. All you need is five Black Cat firecrackers per pile of dogshit. Insert four firecrackers in a square shape around the outside edges of the pile, and finish it off with a firecracker sticking straight up out the middle. Light all five firecrackers as close to as once as possible. Otherwise, the first one will blow up before you get the last one lit. Once they're all lit and going sssssssssssssssssssss, then run and hide behind a tree or a toolshed or something, stick your fingers in your ears, and make a wish.

Anil Roberts in space #73 writes us from the nuthatch to advise that we should never EVER eat anything Maddog Monson hands to us. This holds true even if he holds out a stinky decayed brown pile of something and claims it's holy Manna from God Himself.

Lulu Dupree in space #68 advises if your toilet overflows some ungodly shit all over your bathroom floor and you're forced to stay with neighbors because of the biohazard, don't NEVER let your old man go stay with some wildass bachelor like Maddog.

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