TUESDAY!  VETERANS DAY!  HUMPDAY EVE!  Usually Tuesdays are dead, dead, dead, but not this Tooosdaye!  We're talking PARADE - airplanes, tanks, soldiers, face painting, clowns, balloons - it really doesn't get any better than this.  Although it seems that we always underestimate how creepy clowns can be, but the soldiers will protect us! 

Speaking of protecting us - did you know that our trailer park manager, Lowell, was in the Marines?  It should come as no surprise that he got a "section 8" discharge, but he still was in the Marines and slept in bunk beds and pup tents with other guys and everything.  that explains allot doesn't it?  And then there was the mysterious "injury" he claims he got in the military but won't show us.  All we know is that the last time he was collecting rent from LaTwanda in space #13 and she suggested a trade deal instead of cash it wasn't pretty.  She came running out of her trailer screaming like third grader at a horror film when he dropped his pants.

Look, we respect our military and we're glad they're around to protect our way of life (mushy part).  We've traveled the world and you don't see many places where people can live like we do.  Hell, in a lot of countries you can't even get comp'd a Budweiser (and they're our international sponsor - Love ya Bud!).  We've sat all night in dive bars around the world and never even got the offer of a squeezer - EVEN IF WE PAID!  Folks, there's no place like home and like it says on our money, "Buddha Bless America," or something like that.  Another Bud?...

      
Lowell when he was in the Marines (before the section 8)                                          Lowell as we know him today!

      
LaTwanda broke the door she ran out so fast!                               She served Lowell with papers to make him pay!