We got us three new residents in the trailer park, but they won't be kicking up no traffic, since they're all living in that RV over in space #45. The new residents' names is Jack, Dick, and Holmes. All three of 'em just got paroled from the state prison.  Stop by and say hello when you get a chance! Dick and Holmes is free to come and go and smoke and snort and pop as they please, but Jack's wearing a electric ankle bracelet and has to piss test. Think of it this way: when you're passing around the bong, Jack's name is "Skip."

Beaulah finally, finally, FINALLY got all her shit moved out of the Silver Bullet and into Pop Feral's quintuple-wide trailer-palace. Finally. Now we don't have to hear that big rattly metal cart bumbling up the driveway and over our huge rounded speedbumps no more. Also, we don't have to keep our eyes peeled for no ox-sized chick harnessed to a cart when we're rolling down the driveway.

We hear tell there's supposed to be a new service starting, and its something management said would sweep the trailer park clean, every week, on Thursdays, starting about halfway through the month. We have no idea what the fuck management is talking about. We'll just have to be on the lookout for that one.

Watch out for rental trucks laden with 55-gallon chemical drums! Outdoor meth-cooking season is off to a banner start, so we can expect to see a whole lot more of them rental trucks heading in an out of the trailer park. This means you maybe ought to smash your vehicle up as close to your trailer as you can, so's it don't get sideswiped by the big rental trucks as they head down to the duckpond.

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