The monthly haulaway of unregistered vehicles is what's responsible for all that open space we've all been enjoying here in the trailer park.  A good dozen vehicles rode out on the back of a flatbed tow truck. It took the driver a whole bunch of trips to get all the cobwebby, unregistered beaters out of here. So y'all can just quit reporting them old beaters of yours as stolen. They went to the county impound lot, not to some chop shop in Mexico.

Another reason for the peacefulness of the trailer park is that DJ the dope dealer is still totally dry. All his customers have been forced to locate a new dealer. Some had been going to Darrell Feral's trailer in space #19, but his trailer is a lot closer to the highway than DJ's place is, so the dope traffic don't have to drive past so many of our trailers. Besides, Darrell's trailer blowed up, so even those folks will have to go to some other trailer park to score dope.

Doralee and Lulu just about wore a groove down the driveway between their trailer and Maddog and Andy's. Them ladies is still trying to get their baby daddies to watch the kids once in a while so they can go out and party. Andy and Maddog insist that ain't gonna happen until the rugmonkeys are housebroken. Just don't get in Doralee and Lulu's way if you know what's good for you. And if anyone asks, you ain't seen Maddog or Andy.

Ma Feral-Bailey wants us all to keep our eyes peeled for Carl, who went missing again. Don't go running Carl over if you see him in the driveway, and if you see him in the weeds by the duckpond again, please drag him up to space #1 and ding the doorbell.

There's been a new chainlink fence erected down by the duckpond, so now driving our vehicles into the duckpond for entertainment is out of the question. We're just gonna have to find another way to entertain ourselves when we get drunk.

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