Yeah, I didn't know that my mom was a bad cook till I went to jail.
Ha-ha, haven't heard that one in a loooong time. You'd be amazed what inmates can cook up from items purchased in the prison commissary or five finger discount (steal) from the chow hall. Some are simply amazing. After Thanksgiving and Christmas, we always had a few drunks. They save the fruit to make hooch and brew it in a mop bucket. Never saw a mean drunk inmate. The frying pan is an upside down iron propped up by books. Necessity is the mother of invention. Some tattoo guns are works of art and so are some weapons. We had to ask that toothbrush handles be cut in half so they couldn't be modified for knives/shanks with razor blades in them. Never a dull moment in the Hard Rock Criminal Institute of bad habits.
Ha-ha, haven't heard that one in a loooong time. You'd be amazed what inmates can cook up from items purchased in the prison commissary or five finger discount (steal) from the chow hall. Some are simply amazing. After Thanksgiving and Christmas, we always had a few drunks. They save the fruit to make hooch and brew it in a mop bucket. Never saw a mean drunk inmate. The frying pan is an upside down iron propped up by books. Necessity is the mother of invention. Some tattoo guns are works of art and so are some weapons. We had to ask that toothbrush handles be cut in half so they couldn't be modified for knives/shanks with razor blades in them. Never a dull moment in the Hard Rock Criminal Institute of bad habits.
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If those were your “glory days”, more power to you. Mine weren’t so glorious but I did enjoy them.
Sorry to hear that, they weren't that glorious because I only remember the good things. They were my 40s and 50s. 9 to 20 were my cowboy days and 20 to 40 were my military days. Different stages and different memories. Make good memories so you can enjoy them again when you get old or older.