If I had gone to prison, I would never go back. I'll admit it, I'd die in a blaze of machine gun pops and fire. But first I'd got butt-ass crazy and demand some outrageous stuff, like a helicopter and like, a friggen cotton candy machine. Only because I'm sure if I was an ex-con, I wouldn't have had the deliciousness of spun sugar in a while. Running from the law makes me think that maybe you just don't have time to stop off at a carnival for a ferris wheel ride and party foods. blaze of glory. I should take proactives step immediately to avoid prison right now to prolong my life and virtue. The life of crime is easy to get into.
I am so damn excited for the Sopranos on AE that I'm thinking about the life of crime. Propaganda has got me in it's intriguing grips. Italians are dangerous. And HOT.
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No bullets? I guess she's gonna hafta file the pistol down and make a shiv out of it. :) I could never do prison. I'm way too impatient. |
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Hey, John Dillinger used a pistol shaped piece of wood, who says Fleur can't do something like that? Or she could just tell them the cake will explode. |