I was rudely disturbed by a secruity guard coz' it was lunch time. I suffocated the guard and ate his ears. As I was escorted by two guards to the cafeteria I started to realise killing is bad, coz' everytime I kill, I get beaten up pretty bad. Then later in the cafeteria, I had two lump of shit lookin' meal on my tray, It looks bad but its pretty awesome, tastes like chicken with sweat. Anyway, I sat with a couple of girls, and I thought male prisoners would go to a male prison but thank the lord there were girls here, they look pretty with manly voices. I made a couple of friends, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Christopher Wong and the dead singer from Queens, yeah he Revived.
I was sent back to the cell. I then realised being in prison is pretty dull so I started writing poems like..
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Remember the time in Bed,
When I was on top of you.
Violets are blue,
Remember the time in Bed,
When I was on top of you.
After spendin' hours writing that poem, We were to get out in line and head to the bathroom, the bathroom is an open shower area where you can see everything. Yes you can see tiny pigeons sometimes they grow to big pigeons. While I was singing the song Y.M.C.A with a bar of soap in my hand, one of them kind souls told me never to drop my bar of soap. As soon as he said it, I dropped it. It flew right in front of Elton John, so I walked right up to him and bent right in front of him. I felt a sensational penetration right in my ass. I realised I was being... yeah. It was a painful and humilating experience of my life. I tried to kill him but he just touches me and grabs me whenever I wanted to assault him.
Never Drop The Soap.
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