^^ Why would you need your BF for? Do they keep males and females in the same cells in Philippines?
I met a girl once who had a fantasy of going to a pennitentrary, she was into the "bad guy" type. I suppose if she got the operation and fought with the court enough they would let her legally change her gender so she doesn't become an example of the government not supporting open sexuality...then she can go kill someone, get locked up, and have fun. I've always thought of prison as this, it's just the image I get in my head, which makes it seem better than it is: During the day you just sit around, watch a small TV hooked up in the corner to the ceiling, play cards, gamble with smokes (1 smoke = 1 chip), etc. If you fall in debt to a loan shark you have to pay him back by working in his workshop or something (example: glass painting?) ...in the showers if you looked at a feminine guy the wrong way a really big scary man would get mad at you and say in a high pitched voice "Whatchu looken ats my womens for boii" Security guards would sneak in marijuana, hashish, loads of good stuff. You know how corrupt the CO's are, duh. Sounds like a great place to me.
i am never go in jail and still never do any wrong work till now in my 19year age. only one bad habit i have and that's is fast bike riding but who's care, i am small town and no serious issue in fast bike riding until i dont hit anyone
WOW! We have NYPD patrolling in DP. You know this guy?? Raghavan. He was assisting Anderson in tracking a couple of serial killers.
SWIM only once for 3 days And recently SWIM got busted for drinking & driving, this got SWIM a 1 day sentence (11am to 4pm). At least in India, jail is like a vacation if you have $$$. Sit around all day, eat good food (you can order from restaurants. Hell Arthur road (mumbai) jail wardens even have menus & fixed prices for common brands of whiskey ), read books & work out. Of course you have to be really stupid or unlucky to get in there in the first place.
I thought this thread might need some spicing up . But first, here are some very entertaining videos that everyone in the US should watch. Once .. The first time I ever wore hand cuffs, a nice older lady convinced me to turn myself in as a run away. I called the police, told them I had run away a few months before. They checked, and I hadn't been turned in as a run away.. So I was taken in for a curfew violation. That's the night I saw my moms ex husband. I didn't know he was her ex at the time though. He's a cop. He tried to get me out of the holding cell, kept asking if I was thirsty, or needed to use a restroom.. But I just wouldn't go. I didn't know who he was, and I just wanted to wait for my parents in peace thank you. It's interesting though after all these years it dawns on me, how'd he know I was in there in the first place? Not like I have his last name or anything. Anyway, I was in jail about 20 minutes that time. Not the juvinille jail, but in a cell with a bunch of adult criminals :O. I fell asleep. Later on, on another run away adventure, I got into some minor trouble with a friend, it's usually my mouth that gets me into trouble . We spent another hour or so in custody. And then as an adult... (hmmm u say.. ) I got pulled over on my way home with my dad and a guy that he worked with in the car. The car had broken down and my dad and his coworker went and help me get it started. My sister had driven them to me, so she was right behind me. The police officer really had to do work to cut my sister off and get in front of her, and behind me. She followed me for a bit. I knew she was there from the moment she got there, I watched her cut off my sister. I also knew I didn't break a law. Needless to say I was surprised when she pulled me over. She asked for my drivers license and, just my luck, I didn't have it. I mean I had a license, but not with me :O. She asked me my name, and I told her, and asked her why she pulled me over. She asked my birthday, I answered, and asked her why she pulled me over. She asked my address I answered, and spoke very slowly when I said.. Whyyy did youuuu pullllll meeeee oveeeerr? She asked for my telephone number. Nope. Why did you pull me over? She threatened to take me to jail for not carrying identification if I wanted to argue with her. So I agreed, take me to jail, nooo problem. But kindly tell me yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid yooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulll me oooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. Anyway, so I went to jail. Got mah picture taken, shared my sack lunch with a meth addict, watched a little tv, and went home. Turns out the neighbor of my dads that i bought my car from, bought it from a chop shop, the registration was for a different car - different year. I checked the plate numbers on the title, but not the vin. They towed the car anyway. That's what they do when they arrest the driver . There's a reason though that I told you my dad and his coworker were in the car.... Seems neither of them were carrying ID either. Dad has this real bad habit of coming home from work and taking off his coveralls, when he does that, he tosses his wallet onto the wood stove. Sometimes he forgets and leaves it there . His coworker buddy.. well it seems he DID have ID, in fact, he'd stashed it under the back seat. He intended to give his twin brothers name I guess.. Turns out he ALSO had warrants . But I pissed that cop off so badly that she forgot to ask his name. In fact, see I'm a little bitta Irish mixed with a little bit of American Indian.. So Stubborn with a helluva temper.. The second she took me out of my car to put those hand cuffs on, my mouth started runnin.. We left the place where she pulled me over, got about two blocks before she was so pissed she slammed on the breaks, got out of the car and screamed back for a minute. :O. lol. Then it seemed to dawn on her that she was a police officer (one that played christian music into the back seat even), so that's the end .