"puhleeeeze stop eatin' those peanuts"

january 13th So last night a rotund guard goes searching through a few rooms, see, so he goes in this one dullards cell, see. I don't know the dullard's name, but he's always attempting to sit near and hear me. So the guard comes out of the dullard's room and slaps a magazine on the table, saying, "who lives in number 26 that's been looking at this photo of this good looking guy." So the dullard turns beet red. But the real virtual punch line turned out to be the guard was joking around and that the photo showed none other than himself standing en frente la casa  Ramsey. (For those interested see 'People" magazine Dec 14th 98. The photo directly above the photo of Koby, by D. Zalubowsky (AP). The guard without the jacket.) What is an "etincelle"? Why, hons, it's a spark.A spark. Not hearing much about one of our current most notorious residents, Mr. Gettings, the accused rapist from UTAH extradition fame. This mornings Daily Camera says the cops are testing his DNA in the Ramsey and Chase cases. Now, see, THAT is the kind of thing that IRRITATES me about being tested/treated likewise to someone like THAT whilst the Ramseys have a choice. This is the sort of item that if I had ovaries I'd feel I have the right to RIP them out and throw them at...oh...anyone I felt like throwing them at. The only real jail thing I've heard about Gettings is that he gets a special tray from the kitchen. For every meal there are always a dozen or so people who get "special" trays with their names written on them. This is due to allergies or diabetes, etc. Now...if I was a notorious rapist I would NOT want inmates in a kitchen I can't even see to prepare a tray especially for me. Everyone else just gets a random tray out of hundreds of trays. If my name was RAMSEY I ALSO would NOT want to check in requiring a special tray.Hint, hint. "Morgue logs connected to the autopsy. Autopsy connected to the murder. Murder connected to ragin dullard". Right, right. Oh, great, my step child cellie bought several bags of peanuts from the commissary. He CAN'T tolerate them but I MUST put up with the aftermath. Should have jumped off the bridge near the Molsen factory, but, see, THAT's permanent. J.T.Colfax [email protected]   current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries