Prison Hooch

Or where a sock goes into every sangria… I am a terrible, terrible enabling friend. I sent George some prison hooch recipes from the internet after much begging from him for weeks. I figured since he worked in the kitchen then many things would be incredibly easy to get. The censors will probably get it, though, but you can be surprised at what slips by their ever vigilant gaze. I wrote to him that he can spend the next few years perfecting his recipe if that was any solace. They make their own bread so he would have access to yeast – a key ingredient unless you want to use dirty socks which tend to harbor a lot of fungus, yeast, and similar little nasties. The Charlie Meister has just been by. Maggie squealed as usual at his arrival and put on a grand show of affection for him as they sat on the couch. That makes me so jealous when she fawns over him like that.  He is on his way to take Horsefly to the movies.  He does this every Saturday without end. I get tired just thinking about it as it is such a long drive to the nearest theater.  I told them to go see Star Trek, btw. I want the franchise to continue and hope everybody will go see it.  Everybody go out and buy your tickets! Charlie brought me a Burger King double whopper with ample amounts of bacon added today. Talk about a heart attack waiting to happen. I no longer eat french fries so I gave them to Maggie. They were almost too hot to eat for her. I took them to Maggie’s chagrin and will p...
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