Police responding to a report of a oil well gushing out of control found our septic tank erupting like a volcano instead. So they turned around and left, laughing all the way. Since Tinbox Acres is private property, our personal disaster ain't the cops' problem, it's ours to deal with.  

DJ the dope dealer in space #41 got released from the pokey just in time to have our septic tank blow up and cover him and his trailer in shit.

Welcome Wagon Willy is still locked up for peeping at and stalking the clerk at the Quick-E-Mart up the highway. We hear tell Willy should be getting out by Thanksgiving if he behaves himself while he's locked up.

Maddog and Andy in space #91 ended up cooling their heels overnight in the jail trailer a couple times last month when they split a half gallon of Yukon Jack and went buckwild crazy. Fortunately, Marshal Arvin the security guy was able to tackle and shackle and get them locked into the jail trailer so nobody had to ride away in a cruiser.

Kevroy Gordon got picked up for drunk in public outside Boozapalooza, and was released on OR the following morning. Maddog picked him up from the drunk tank and drove him home to Tinbox Acres. Kevroy had the good manners not to puke in Maddog's old beater. He puked in his own bushes outside the trailer instead.

Timmy Radkin in space #68 got picked up by the campus cop at his school for smelling like a brewery. Timmy was suspended, and his ma Beulah had to pick him up and haul his drunk little ass home, where Pop Feral whooped the tar out of it. Timmy was ordered to his room until he sobers up, and he's also grounded for two weeks. The campus cop had Beulah sign some Juvenile Court form on Timmy, and they went for a hearing and Timmy got put in a diversion program.

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