A few days ago, I went for a ride to the Circle K in my Mercubox. Coming around the corner, it seems that I bew a tirre, spun out and lolt control, and hit a parkerd car. The air bags went off, and knocked me out like a bean bag round, and when I came to, the cops were acussing me of using drugs. I wasn't, actualy, but that'e their holy war I spent two days in jail, sleeping on a cold concrete floor with a roommate, although cute, was kind of a bitch,
I had no idea that prisoners slept on cold concrete floors, and I'm tempted to ride down to Pima County Jail and seei if I was really dreamng or ot. The problem is, I have a $5 jail mony Visa, blood work paperwork, and the Mercury is missing.
BTW, women's jail really isn't all that unleasant.
I had no idea that prisoners slept on cold concrete floors, and I'm tempted to ride down to Pima County Jail and seei if I was really dreamng or ot. The problem is, I have a $5 jail mony Visa, blood work paperwork, and the Mercury is missing.
BTW, women's jail really isn't all that unleasant.
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