Check the calendar.  Go on CHECK IT!  See, now you know - IT'S SATURDAY!  In our case it's been awhile since the last Saturday.  As a matter of fact, it seems like it's been almost a week, but we could be mistaken.  Speaking of this past week, if you've been following this site (and online porn, of course), you know that I (Stacy) have been out of town up in FREEZING Northern California as our trailer park's representative to the annual Prefab Modular Home Convention.  Anyway, our park wouldn't spring for two Greyhound tickets, so I left Kevin on his own at home.  It shouldn't have been a big deal for someone of his chronological age to pull this off, but I failed to take into account his stunted mental development.

Okay, so when I get back to Palm Springs on Friday I find him in some bar with a guy he's calling his "manager" and (according to Jim Lampley) the second best "cutman" in the Business.  Look, I have absolutely no idea what he's babbling about until the theme from Rocky starts blaring over some cheap-ass speakers and Kevin jumps up (with his "cutman") to participate in some B.S. Jello wrestling match!  It turns out that the "cutman's" wife had been feeding him these smoking drinks made out of Red Bull, Creme DeMenthe and Drano all afternoon and his brain was functioning like a squirrel on Sudafed and lighter fluid.

When I finally got him back home to the trailer, I found an odd assortment of pizza boxes, empty cans of WD-40 (don't ask) and about 15 pairs of Queen Size panty hose (nude toe, control-top, "suntan" color - anybody wanna claim 'em?) scattered everywhere.  The place smelled like a meat packing plant after a Friday hog slaughter and under a black light the sleeper/sofa glowed like it was radioactive!  After he came out of his drunken stupor I sent him off to Big Lots to get gallons of disinfectant and crates of roach motels (yeah, yeah, yeah - "they check in, but they can't check out!").  Folks, I know I always promise this, but I'm never leaving him alone again without adult supervision.  In the meantime, since it's Saturday, we're heading out to every bar in Palm Springs to see if we can find the "cutman" and his wife.  It ain't gonna be pretty...

      
Stacy representing our trailer park at the convention!           Kevin, the "Cutman" & his wife (Drano makes it smoke!)

      
Kevin didn't stand a chance - even with his "cutman!"           It's the cheapest place to buy Clorox and Roach Motels!