...living the good Life on Mars. The euphemism for pokey becomes oh-so-relevant here.
Something tells me that this guy will enjoy his stay...WAIT! Upon further review: He is really a she. So, I suppose that changes my previous supposition a bit: Something tells me that this girl will enjoy her stay.
Hello, children. or Shaft! dun-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh dun-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh dun-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh + repeat a few more times, I think. Shaft!
I know this guy. His name is R*** and he is a white rapper. Apparently, he made a few to many harassing phone calls on Monday evening + ended up in the pokey.
A few things to note here: 1. He is a lot skinnier in person. I'm pretty sure he struggles to keep his size 28s on his waist (at about 6'2" and a buck-thirty-five...) 2. This is the first friend/acquaintance sighting on the county mug sites. Very exciting. 3. I know him through a mutual friend (who I spoke to on the phone Monday night for the first time in about six months). Strange coincidence, huh?