Spaces 57 through 65 has been leased to three generations of Binkmans, going on four. So there'll be a whole bunch of stuff hauled into the trailers in spaces 57, 59, 61, 63, and 65, and it'll all be hauled in great big trucks. Unless you don't mind huge gouges down the side of your car that faces the driveway, you'll haul your butt out there and move your vehicle down to the duckpond so's the moving vans don't hit it.

Space #99 down by the duckpond has been leased, and a itty bitty trailer's already been installed there. Y'all don't need to worry about any giant trucks moving anything into space #99, since it's gonna be inhabited by a elf or a munchkin or something like that, and the little feller's stuff can't possibly be big enough to block traffic down the driveway.

Space #38 got rented to a guy named Willy, and anyone who's met him says he's real friendly. He's especially friendly to the ladies. He opens doors for 'em and lights their cigarettes and helps 'em across the driveway and all kinds of chivalrous shit like that. So ladies, if you pull into the trailer park and see some guy in poorly matched clothing running after your car, it's Willy and he just wants to open your car door for you, help you out of your car, kiss your hand, curtsy, and depart.

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