What the hell happened in the trailer park on Easter Sunday?

Management's answering machine has been inundated with calls from various Tinbox Acres residents regarding an incident which apparently occurred in the trailer park on Easter.  

First of all, was it a good thing or a bad thing that happened?  It's kind of hard to tell with you knuckleheads.  Management did hear through the grapevine that everyone in Tinbox Acres turned into a baboon or an orangutan or some other simian. We took it all with a grain of salt, because Management knows this grapevine.

Residents who commended the Easter incident have described it as "The coolest Easter ever," "Right on time because Easter was on 4-20 this year," "Totally kind," "A trip," and many gibberish-sounding descriptions such as "Gonzo borealis."

Management has not managed to decipher your cryptic hick lingo enough to figure out what needs to be done, if anything. Please notify Management as soon as you dipshits figure out what you want us to do. Upon receipt of the aforementioned notification, Managment will Scotch-tape a memo addressing the problem(s), if any, to all your front doors.

Come to think of it, as long as no Tinbox Acres property was destroyed, and you morons didn't act sacreligious enough to get a lightning bolt heaved at you, then Management does not really give a rat's patoot WHAT you all did on Easter Sunday.

We did have one definite complaint about the Easter shenanigans, and that one single, solitary complaint came from Virginia Beadle in space #17.  

Mrs. Beadle was complaining about everyone being "possessed by demons on a religious holiday" or some such nonsense.  In fact, this might be the source of the babboon/orangutan rumor.

Old lady Beadle even went so far as to describe something she ate as "Satanic spaghetti," which she claimed caused her to be possessed by demons right alongside everyone else in the trailer park. Management has officially given up on trying to figure out what kind of weird shit you all pulled on Easter Sunday.  Management also shudders to think of what you imbeciles might have cooked up for Cinco de Mayo.

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