MONDAY!  The weekend is over but Monday Night Football isn't!  One of the best things about being unemployed is that everyday is like a weekend.  Actually, the best thing about being unemployed is not being employed.  Yeah, it does sorta suck that we have to continuously file paperwork with the County and keep making up new Social Security numbers just to keep the assistance checks coming.  But you know what?  You meet the nicest people in line at the County offices and at the Free Clinic.

Speaking of the Free Clinic, who knew that it was crime for us to resell the Oxycotin we were getting there?  We always got a little extra and sold it to RaShawndra, but she was supposed to use it and not go blabbing to everybody in the trailer park that we gave it to her.  We were always suspicious of that greasy haired weasel that lives in space #19, but who knew he was snitch for the DEA.  What's the world coming to when you can't trust the people that live in your trailer park?

We're just glad that when the narcs came in all their fancy cars that RaShawndra gave a couple of free squeezers and the whole situation went away.  Hey, lesson learned, right?  We'll file new papers with new Social Security numbers down at the County, RaShawndra owes us big time and promised to keep her mouth shut in the future and we suspect that the propane tank is gonna explode real soon down at space #19.  A tragedy, but it was probably rusted, or had a leaky valve, or...

      
You'd think we were selling plutonium to Osama Bin Laden!             RaShawndra knows to keep quiet in the future.

      
This weasel in space #19 is going down big time!       Tragedy struck space #27 last year and #19?  Who knows?