My uncle got out of jail today and because his wife divorced him and my madre had disowned him I was the only one available to pick him up. His name is Jay Delacioux btw. So I arrive at the prison and await eagerly to see Uncle Jay, or Mince Meat as my siblings and I so lovingly called him when we were younger. I hear his labored breathing from more than 50 yards while he is still being checked out. Mince Meat approaches the car...
"Hi Jay! Whaddya say?"
"GERRR DAhhhh STRIP CLUB UMMMM ::wheeze:: HEHHHH!!??!1!!"
Oh man, he wants to go to the strip club? I only have twelve bucks in my wallet, but I figger its his first day out of jail, he must be in the need of a lady friend. I'll oblige his sinful desires just this once. On the car ride over I decide to initiate some friendly convo.
"I'm so glad you're finally out of th.."
"AHHH SHUT UP HUHHH ::wheeze:: FUCKIN...HEHHH HUHH ::wheeze::"
Prison must have been tough on Mince Meat, he sure looked atleast 10 years older than when I had last seen him about 9 years ago, but prison will do that to you. Anyway we get to the strip club and alas, Mince has no money! I have to head to the ATM to cover for him. I get out $100 and we get in the club, and you wouldn't believe it but he had sex with two different strippers that night.
I'm proud of Mince Meat
