We're going to have to enforce a ban on car alarms, especially them danged old Viper alarms. There ain't a ice cube's chance in Hell you all are going to quit blowing shit up. Every time one of us gets our cottonpickin' hands on some explosives, everyone's gotta deal with all the car alarms going WEEEE OOOP WOOOP-WOOOOP-WOOOP AAAK-AAAK ERP-ERP-ERP EEEEEEEEE OOOOOOO EEEEEEE OOOOOO etc., until the car's owner wakes up and shuts the damn thing off. Nobody with enough brainpower to figure out how to get into a car in the first place would want to steal our cars anyways. If you still feel the need to go to extreme measures to prevent the theft of whatever old beater gets you around, use something non-obnoxious, like one of those club thingies for your steering wheel.

If your muffler gets knocked off on one of the huge pointy speedbumps, please get it fixed pronto. Some of us residents are trying to sleep off hangovers. While we're on the subject of irritating the shit out of hungover neighbors, tell whoever's giving you a ride to wherever you're going NOT to notify you of their presence by beeping their horn right outside your trailer.

Them brand new WATCH FOR FALLING ROCKS signs are there for a reason. Now management is absolved of any liability stemming from anyone in Tinbox Acres getting beaned by any falling rocks. This also releases management from liability stemming from anyone getting nailed by other debris, like fruit and cow's organs and spikey iron balls and whatnot. If management didn't launch it, then management isn't responsible for it.

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