If they were in a prison that operated solely on subsistence farming, they wouldn't have the time or energy to be constructing hidden compartments in their cells.

Of course, they wouldn't have cells. They'd be living in wooden shelters they built themselves within the four wall of the prison.

At first I misread that as "using fruit to make cooch" and thought that's total farkin' despair; but I suppose they are in prison.

/time for bed

SchlingFocker: If they were in a prison that operated solely on subsistence farming, they wouldn't have the time or energy to be constructing hidden compartments in their cells.

I wish we could feasibly bet on this.

I thought this was called pruno.

Hmmm...

What? Making hooch? We call that "Tuesday" at the jail in San Antonio.

Aarontology: Hmmm...

MMmmmm..... no.

Straelbora: Why do prison photos like these always remind me of photos of Confederate soldiers?

Tintype Photoshop (new window)

That link is to a process a guy on Flickr has made to simulate tintype photos. If anybody has PS and really *nothing* to do, maybe they could reinforce the idea.

Came to make a LONGEST YARD reference, but I am heartened to see NeedleGuy
beat me too it.

Oblig (new window)

eddyatwork: Prison ain't so bad. You can make sangria in the terlet. But remember, it's shank or be shanked.

I knew I recognized this line, but I didn't know where it was from. I googled "you can make sangria in the terlet" and the first result was this thread. It was like I was in a swirling vortex, an eddy if you will, of the internet.

austin_millbarge: Aarontology: Hmmm...

MMmmmm..... no.

Damn. Guess it was just me.

You know, just as interesting as anything else FTFA is this gem:

"Michael Rigby, the 21-year-old street gang leader in Poinciana and former inmate, escaped from a maximum security area of the jail in February and officials said he remains on the run."

"Rigby, now one of Florida's most-wanted fugitives, removed a toilet and sink from his cell wall and dug his way out of the jail, officials said."

Really, who DIGS their way out of prison anymore? I thought that only happened on American Movie Classics, Lee Marvin movies, and fiction novels. I am fascinated that this mf accomplished that. Humans are not like Dig Dug.

It must be nice to be in prison. Such a warm feeling. To be so cared for, so nurtured, and by the very same religion-state that forced your parents to have the awkward, unprotected sex that spawned you.

The circle of life, man. That's beautiful.

Gonoherpasyphilaids: I've drunked the pruno before and it's as awful as you could imagine... This link sums it up quite accurately: http://www.blacktable.com/gillin030901.htm

Yes! It's called "pruno". Not "hooch". All illicit alcohol is called "hooch".

lousy screw: I am amazed that these guys were re-arrested for making hooch in a county lockup. I'm a jail guard and we find hooch brewing in somebody's cell on a daily basis. We just toss it down their shower drain, same as weight bags.

What's a weight bag?