Dot the crazy cat lady in space #8 tells us if you have cats, and if you sleep on an air mattress, make sure your cats' claws are trimmed at all times. AT ALL TIMES. All it takes if for one of them to start sharpening some slightly overgrown claws and ka-POW, the cat pops your bed.

BT reminds us all to keep a eye on our shit. You know what that means. BT lost about a half ounce of his shit in the driveway on St. Patrick's Day, and now he's got to deal with his dealer. Don't make the same mistake BT did. Keep a eye on your shit at all times.

Dick, Jack and Holmes over in space #45 offer their wisdom from experience. Living in a jail cell with two cellmates ain't the same as living in a RV with the same cellmates as roommates. Especially if one of them has to wear a surveillance anklet and is a real grouch because he can't leave the trailer. And he's got to watch the other two cellmates come and go and frolic as they please without nothing going beep-beep-beep and the cops showing up. Come to think of it, life must really suck for Jack.

Norm in space #81 has already stopped by and greeted the new residents in space #45 to Tinbox Acres. Norm reports that while the three guys are nice enough, they do kind of tend to ramble when they talk. Good. They'll fit right in here with the rest of us.

Ernie in space #83 warns us never ever EVER make the same mistake he did. Last month, Ernie went to the beauty parlor, and with the compliance of a male esthetician, attempted to have his nutsack waxed. That's where you get hot wax smeared on part of your body, then cheesecloth is smashed against that, then it's all ripped off in one fell swoop, yanking every last hair out by the root. WOOCH! Sounds bad enough, right? Well, now imagine that happening on a very, very stretchy body part, like a nutsack. Ernie is expected to be discharged from the hospital by Easter.

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