I've been in a police cell 3 times but only got a caution, a driving ban and the CPS (PF for the Scots) decided the other one was not in the public interest. My solicitor on that occasion looked a bit like Saul Goodman. Without the witty repartee.
She still luvs ya tho, right? If not, welcome to the fantastic word of divorcees. It's amazing. Every day is a new exciting day cos you don't know what yer gonny get hit with next. ER, the lucky bastard, is enjoying this wild ride as we speak. He gets to have a fresh new fight every day about crap he never even knew he had. It keeps him fit an lean, though, fit and lean.
It can't be as bad as "how long are you going to be in there? I hope it doesn't stink afterwards!" "No darling, I've been eating nothing but pot pourri all day so my turds are sweet-smelling, just for you."
No, it's you can have a **** in whatever place you end up after the divorce, but, that first **** is the **** of hatred because yer squeezing it oot in a place you were never supposed to be in. Mark my words. The squeeze of hatred. Never allow yerself to be there. ...and then ye turn round and there's no toilet paper.
Yup ... in the 6 man cell in cork prison what a buzz stoned everynight and some nice compo a cew years back because the human rights puffs decided if you had to slop out (empty a piss pot) it was demeaning and also the 6 man cell was over crowded as each inmate had less than 400 cubic metres of air. Lolzy lol .... moral of the story dont pay your fines get l9cked up and get compo for it . Up a ra hi .
No bumfucking in the 6 man cell buddy. When I was there a long time ago I was with 2 mates a mates brother and 2 of his aquaintences. Happy days driving all the other ****s crazy with sing songs through the night to crys of " shut the **** up ye pricks, yer dead in the morning" oh how we laughed
