I think I live in a trailer park. I'm pretty sure. I live in a tin can and I share a bathroom with lots of other people. Its kind of like a camping trailer park because you don't drink the water and you have to walk to the showers. Its also a gated community because we have armed guards at all entrances to prevent outsiders from entering.
I live in a camping-gated-trailer park. This realization occurred to me when my neighbor put flamingoes in his front "yard". We don't actually have yards, we have sand-filled barriers. I think I'm going to park a broken down vehicle in mine and maybe a Mary-in-a-half-shell. (That's for you, Mom)!!!!
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Wonderful! And then we can all sit down and have a clam boil.
I think you need a garden gnome to protect your tin can.
Ooooo! I want to have one of those shiny purple globes that are on pedistals for no good reason next to the Virgin Mary- also, I want to have a mail box in the shape of some old dude bending over so that the mailman has to put his hand in the old dude's butt to deliver the mail! HA!
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