Once again everyone must be reminded to limit the number of guests you all have here in the trailer park. If you pay your space rent by moving dope, then please arrange to meet your clients elsewhere to do business, like in the parking lot at the gas station or the market up the road. We don't mind so much having dope dealers in our midst, but that merry-go-round of loud old beaters hauling mangy looking bums into and out of the trailer park has simply GOT to STOP before it attracts every cop in the city into Tinbox Acres.

Air traffic between Tinbox Acres and Buzzards Trailertopia should be limited to inanimate objects, whether light or heavy, flaming or not flaming. Anything alive is an ANIMATE object, and therefore should NOT be launched with the catapult, whether or not it's on fire. Try to remember that next time some drunk sits on the catapult and tries to talk you into launching him over to the bar at Buzzards.

Watch out for kid traffic.  Nobody gives a rat's ass if you run over one, but if you see a kid from Buzzards Trailertopia heading in your direction, RUN! Them kids gots bugs in their hair. It seems Buzzards is engaging in biological warfare against us by sending their lice-infested kids over here to infest ALL OF US here at Tinbox Acres. Come to think of it, I wouldn't accept any blankets from Buzzards, neither.

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