FRIDAY!  Welcome home Kevin & Stacy!  Welcome back to Palm Springs!  NOW PAY YOUR DAMN TRAILER SPACE RENT!  We bet that not many of you wake up to the sound of pounding on a garbage can lid and someone yelling, "I know you are in there!"  We're used to the yelling, but the garbage can banging was a new one for our trailer park manager.  And this is the way we are treated after buying him a few beers last night and bringing him a souvenir snow globe from San Francisco with the Golden Gate Bridge in it and plenty of snow!  It's funny that he never yells at Katella in space 17 when she's late on her rent.

Look, we're accustomed to running a little short of cash at the end of the month until we get our county assistance check - I guess you could say that we're like most of the sub-prime mortgage lenders - we have a "liquidity issue!"  What a GREAT way to say that you're flat broke!  It sounds so clean and civil, and folks, we are known for being sooooo clean and civil - NOT!  Okay, so we're not so good with money, but maybe that's because we don't have any!  Makes sense, doesn't it?

Actually, we do have a "rainy day" fund buried out in back of the propane tank.  If times ever get REALLY tight we can always dig up those NASCAR collector coins we bought from the Franklin Mint through Parade Magazine and sell them for a huge profit ("...although not guaranteed, some previous coin issues of the Franklin Mint have appreciated substantially in value.")  But we're nowhere near grabbing a shovel and rooting around for those coins.   It's true that we have a liquidity problem, but ours is limited to drinking Budweiser at the world famous Palm Canyon (YEAH BABY - "the" PALM CANYON!) Roadhouse beginning...NOW...

      
Our trailer park manager was pissed about the late rent!                  He wondered what we did with our IRS check!

      
We spent it - and we still can't sit down after this!       Hmmmm, why do you think he lets Katella pay her rent late?