Dear Editor:

What kind of place do you imbeciles live in? I thought any place, even a trailer park, would be better than that boarded-up trailer my ex-husband was living in before. But at least that boarded-up trailer didn't have any monsters skulking around outside and standing on the porch and pounding on the door. And the bathroom window was bigger. At least I think it was. I never found myself needing to crawl out the old bathroom window.

Priscilla
Ex-wife and guest of Elvis in space #54



Dear Editor:

Hey does anyone know Priscilla's email address? I just bought a computer and webcam offa Arliss and Eddie over in space #62, and the telephone company is supposed to come by tomorrow and put the Internet in my trailer. Since I can't get online until tomorrow, I just been sitting in my trailer shooting photos of my dick with the brand-monkey-spankin' new webcam. Got a whole bunch of pics, too, some hard, some soft, some with it stretched waaaaay out there, and some with it all mashed into my nutsack with the head barely peeping out. I even shot a photo of it encircled by a Krispy-Kreme glazed doughnut, even though the doughnut tore on the way down. Soon as the telephone guy gets me all set up on the Internet, the first thing I'm gonna do is email every last one of them dickshots to Priscilla. Sorta give her a sneak preview of things to come -- wink-wink.

Welcome Wagon Willy
Space #38



Dear Editor:

Is it just me, or does anyone else get the feelin' that maybe ol' Welcome Wagon Willy's got a thing for my ex?

Elvis
Space #54



Dear Editor:

If that short fat crazy dude in space #73 hires you to build a add-on to his camper, don't fall for it. Anil will let you build the add-on, then he'll refuse to pay you if you build over his door and don't leave him no way to get in and out.

BT
Still broke and jonesing in space #21

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