LMAO. I'm not too concerned about being anybody's *****, and I probably know the bikers.
Of more pressing concern, IMO, is the need for said other convicts to worry about me deciding whether or not *I* want a *****.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
You just figure the odds. I'd ENSURE I was in solitary long before Bubba decided to come calling and I had to twist his head off.
I'm sure he'll be alongh directly to advise me of all my civil rights violations against the dog poo throwers and depriving Bubba.
No dear, you have to understand ...
My shooting poo-throwers and twisting bubba's head off and your relegating me to being matts "buddy" is called "flirting," and we need to get a room.
But check-in's not until 4:00. What're we supposed to do til then?
Don't know about you, but I'm going to "trim" my trees.
"Trim" T-R-I-M.
Well, the last time you went to "trim" the skin off someones back, you ended up snapping them in half.
They'll still look like trees ...sort of .... when I'm done.
