What have you knuckleheads been up to in the trailer park? Management came by for an unannounced inspection one day last month, and what we witnessed was simply ungodly.

First of all, that goofball Willy was up on his trailer, threatening to jump off. Had he jumped off of the side he was standing on, he would have probably landed on the roof of the trailer next door anyway. Willy was up there on the roof, bawling his eyes out and lamenting over "love gone sour" or some such nonsense.

Then there's the laundry room. What the fuck happened in there? Here's what it looked like to Management. Someone pinned up photos of a werewolf or other wild animal fornicating with some gigantic blobular object.

The disgusting pictures on the bulletin board weren't the only thing wrong with the laundry room. Someone went and puked in the washing machines. What's up with that? Management will not even try to figure out who was in on that. Most communities would simply ferret out the village idiot. But Tinbox Acres is a whole idiot village, so now we're back to square one.

Management is not even going to try to figure out what happened to that pink trailer in space #40. We would like to know how you managed to put outward-facing dents on it, though. But it's your property, so dent it up all you want to. As long as Tinbox Acres property doesn't get damaged, well, that's the best Management can hope for.

Also, heads up. There's a new resident moving a big doublewide into space #54. Be nice to your new neighbor. Management only met him once, but Mr. E. Aron Presley seems like a nice enough fellow. He has a beard and scraggly hair and a Southern accent, so he should blend in really well with all of you.

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