Saturday, March 28, 2009

A Prison Tale, by Brickface Bill

So I was in the kitchen pulling slop duty one day, and just before we opened the doors for lunch this one skinhead dude tried to run up on Fishgut Frank, so I smacked that fool on his kneecap with a frying pan, and he fell down and started screaming. But then Pretty Mo ran over and whacked me in the teeth with a steel ladle! 

I was like, "Damn, Pretty Mo, you broke my teeth! I thought we were cool." And he was like, "Nope."

And that's how my front teeth got chipped. 

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