One of the things that keep me from getting all of my writing done is a pensive need for self-retribution. That one you’ll need my shrink for. However, another one is the network msNBC. msNBC carries a number of things, slices of life, that are fascinating. The number one is the Locked Up series. Yep, boys in prisons. What’s the attraction?
I’m watching this and these guys are hot. Oh, sure, they’ve eaten their parents brains or gutted and filleted their brother-in-law. Well, the mild ones have. But, they are hot. And, get this. You know where they are at all times. Within a few feet at 2 PM you don’t have to worry if they’ve taken a late lunch with Don from accounting or if they are in the exercise yard.
Now, the main thing I don’t like are the tattoos. Tacky, tacky, tacky. I can just imagine Christmas. Did you hear the writer has a boyfriend this year?? Oh, my! Really! Where is he? Oh, he’s in prison! Oh, thank God! A prisoner! How’d he do that well!?! Let’s see photos! Eeep! Tattoos on his tilly! Oh, my! Aunt Pam and Aunt Nina would converse strongly over the fashion statement of the 666 versus the whole SS motif. Granted I could go brown and have a choice of a large Chevy with something called Kings Kross. Or black with some intricate 9 scrolling. Quite a beautiful piece of work.
My only problem with the idea of having a prisoner for a husband is that one day the little son of a bitch might make parole one day. Now, what do you do with that? They might let them OUT one day? Now that is a bitch of a cinch in the plan, isn’t it? What happens when I want to go play Planko at the Persuwitz Club on Friday’s? Would he be there for my morning swim a la natural? I already swore anyone witnessing to blindness. And, now, honey, this released boy might really bother one thing I have that I love. MSNBC Lock Up.
But, still. Yep. Boys in prison.
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