This is what the Appleton City cretins call a "mobile home." I call it "target practice." That mouthbreeding guttersimp on top tried to steal some motor oil from my kitchen so I threw his head into my sink and poured chemicals onto it until it glowed like a pair of radioactive underpants. I once caught his parents trying to steal a fish from the library.
Poud and Brave and Fat and Old and Stupid and Ugly and Moist and Doughy and Pale and Asschinned and Balding and Dumb and Currently Floating Down the Creek in 38 Seperate Parts.