This made me spit soda on my screen.
No sooner then I got it all cleaned up, ..this came along...lol
Judgemax walks the yard. She can't figure out exactly how she got railroaded and thrown in this crappy place. She finds herself staring often through the tangled electric fence to the world outside...She can almost smell "Chill's Dog" stand, Hear "Big Daddy's" Bike rumble by. These thoughts someday are enough to Hold her over. To bide her time, until Her attorney can figure out how to get her out.
Judge wanders back to the massive foreboding building ."ACVILLE PENN" chiseled in stone above every entry way. Its dark, and cold..its lonely. Even with so many familiar faces...Its a scary place to be.
Its meal time, and she is ravished, To many long hours sweating and toiling away in the laundry. She likes the work though, it keeps her busy..Judge has learned how to smuggle things in, and has quickly become the "go to" for all things in the free world. She does her largest business in smokes and magazines..although she still can't figure out why noodle gets Martha Stewart living smuggled in, Noodles, ..she chuckles to herself, ..shes crazy..She thinks shes the queen, and wonders as well, why she is not in the whack ward, rather then in GP.
As she proceeds in the chow line, she sees G, ..she still has the shiniest hair I have ever seen?..I wonder how she does it locked in this place..Judge thinks of herself, and her fizzy mass of curls, and how she would love to have a manicure, ..better yet, a full salon day....*Clink* The slop is thrown on her tray, she didn't even realize she was moving mindlessly up the line. She looks down to see potato surprise, ..and thinks, I wish my attorney would soon hurry.....