Dear Editor:

Oh, man, I think my worst nightmare just came true. One of them three girls I knocked up a couple months ago just moved into Tinbox Acres. Shit. And she's got her mom AND her grandma with her. I'm gonna be Brer Fox and lay low for a while.

Maddog Monson
Quivering and whimpering in space #91

Dear Editor:

That Bobby Roy was a P-I-G pig. I almost asphyxiated myself on the stench when I cleaned out his old trailer and moved it into my space to replace my trailer that burned to the ground in March. I am thankful to the Good Lord for my new digs, but WOOF! That place stunk to high Heaven. I had to spray four whole cans of Ozium around just to make the place relatively bearable.

Anil Roberts
Proselytizing goofball in space #73

Dear Editor:

I'm getting out! I'm getting out! The state can only hold you so long for blowing up your own trailer, and I'm all set to be released. Does anyone know someone who can give me a ride home from prison on Friday, May 2? There's a whole pack of cigarettes in it for anyone who picks me up. Also, I'll probably need to secure another camper or something to put in my space. I blew my last one up cooking meth in it for all of us.

Eddie
Space #29

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