|After watching Contagion, I'm thinking I should store my food storage someplace like this.|
Oh, sad, the penitentiary. I wonder if I could go visit someone there.
Who would I visit? Some man criminal? Weird. Are there women there?
I don't think so. There must be a women's prison somewhere else.
What if the women's prison is in some dumpy little faraway town, and the she-criminal's family has to drive far to visit her? What if they can't make it that often? That would be so sad.
Maybe I should live in the same town as a women's correctional facility ... just in case, you know.
|Clue: Me, in the shark cage, with a baby koala.|
Then I wondered what I would ever do to get legitimately sent to prison (as opposed to being framed). I decided that one of the very few prisonable offenses I would commit without regrets is defending Graham with deadly force. Then I might be sent to prison if some lame CSI didn't collect all the evidence needed to exonerate me. But then I'd get a law degree from my cell, appeal and win my case, and then choose the actress to play me in the
|Emma Stone. Love her.|
Then we drove by Thanksgiving Point, and I remembered going there with my grandma when I was little. We went to the dinosaur museum and I got a little stuffed t-rex. Love that thing.