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What kind of stunt were you freaks trying to pull on the Fourth of July? Were you all trying to get hauled into the nuthatch at once? Management had stopped by to sprinkle a little color into your otherwise dull existence by installing an American flag for the holiday. What Management was greeted with was simply horrifying. Let's just say that what Management witnessed as far as color is concerned made all those wild stars and stripes on Old Glory pale in comparison. There were dozens of men sporting frilly, glittery, gaudy garb, and they were all running in a bunch up the driveway in high heels, traveling at well over the trailerpark speed limit of 5 MPH. Management was left with no other choice than to fold up the extra-large American flag, flee Tinbox Acres, and call the cops.
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