Friday, March 28, 2008
cup cakes.
You know whom I feel sorry for--the guy who goes to prison, but is a true lover of cup cakes. You know if that guy’s grandma or girlfriend or nephew decides to bake him some cup cakes to try to brighten his otherwise dreary and orange-jumpsuit-filled existence, those cup cakes will never reach their intended recipient. All because one too many times someone has attempted to smuggle a small key or chisel or file into a prisoner by baking it into the center of the cup cake. The prison guards caught on to that trick decades ago. Now nobody gets cup cakes. Those bad apples ruined it for everyone. It’s sad if you think about it.
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Too bad you don't like frosting on your cupcakes because I made some dang good one for our party tomorrow. But don't worry I made orbios just for you.
Well even if lets say just for theoretical purposes the cupcake does get past the security guard, you know it isn't making it all the way A. Because the social connotations that come with a eating a bright yellow ray of sunshine colored, or dare I say funfeity cupcake will bring upon the social status of that inmate. Also the fact that the inmates are forever constrained to hostess products makes the prospect of a homemade cupcake quite irresistible, ergo forcing anyone in the cupcake's path to automatically consume it.
jurors should really take the lack of cupcakes inside the prison system into mind before making their convictions. i mean, those poor rapists and murderers. so sad.
hi clint.
kate here.
your sounding more and more like jack handy. or maybe just this last post. but it is kinda sad when i think about it.
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