October 4th, 2026 Saturday I gallivanted around the al fresco splendor of the bullpen with my current squeeze, a sweetheart half my age hitting the criteria of my prison play-pals: smokin' redneck. I'm determined to marry one. Seriously, being locked down's sunniest feature is a sea of available hot hillbillies, and I intend to lock a good one down if it kills me. 3 decades+ of doing guys "like me": artsy-fartsy fags (I can say that, like these African Americans in here

August 14th, 2026 Once I knew this punk who like lots was not a good listener. He heard well enough, picking mouths to listen from is where he went bad. This in the pervert's prison is problematic when you're young with anything left to lose. RJ, a towering Jew at around 6'5 sported his Yarmulke proudly on the yard, rocked a sash-belt plus a Hebraic scroll plastered on his locker like some movie-poster. Not getting funds from outside I figured was likely shame not their

"He handed me a whole chicken thinking I'd wanna cook it, and I threw that motherfucker at his HEAD!" said an inexplicably single for three decades lady friend and mother of three obese felines. Candidly, I asked if the auto factory manager she met at Applebee's (him resembling a chiseled TV daddy making me wanna hurl beheaded poultry at HER noggin for banging) put this discontented dowager in her place one good time, standing up to her shenanigans might make her fall hopeles