Dear Editor:

First, I spend the night in the jail trailer for peeping at Pearline and Earline next door. Then, I get my legs all bitten up by Maudine's new dog. This is the thanks I get for keestering all that dope out of the nuthatch for everyone.

Welcome Wagon Willy in space #38
Moments before we showed up on his porch with pitchforks and flaming sticks

Dear Editor:

Ttttthhhhhhhppppppt. Eeeeee-aaaaaaw blee-blee-blee-blee aaaagh OOF-OOF-OOF eek-eek-eek ook-ook-ook-ook-ook HAHAHAHAHAHAHA hup hup NARCS INNA WEEDS! FUCK! YOW-how-how-how sssssssssssssssssssssssssss doo-dee-doop-dee-doop. MEEP-MEEP! MEEP-MEEP! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ...

Carl Bailey in space #1
Tits-up in the weeds after ingesting psych meds that Willy keestered out of the nuthatch

Dear Editor:

I can't believe I missed it. The biggest explosion on the planet happened right here in the trailer park, and that asshole Timmy Feral got a shot of it with his digital camera. But I didn't even get to see it. I was hanging out in the parking lot at Boozapalooza when it happened. Darrell blew his trailer up, and I missed it. Shit.

Bomb-freak Ronnie Dorque
Kicking self all over space #24

Dear Editor:

Sometimes you just got to be in the right place at the right time, like right outside your stepbrother's trailer, armed with a digital camera, the instant he blows it to trailer heaven by using a gas stove as a makeshift meth lab.

Timmy Feral
Beaming all over space #68

Dear Editor:

It ain't that I didn't appreciate Buck and Buddy's efforts to surprise me when I was on vacation. It's that I came home to a schoolbus yellow trailer where a nondescript, cream colored trailer sat when I left. It dang near gave me a heart attack, and my little dog, too. Plus, it stinks to high heaven out there. Exactly what kind of paint did they use?

Virginia Beadle
Recovering from shock in space #17

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