I Just Thought You Got Anally Raped
The Boy describes prison to me.
The Boy: I want to go to prison.With all this eating, it's surprising the prisoners have any time left over to make license plates and telemarket.
TB: There's food in prison.
Me: Yeah, but...
TB: They have pepperoni, and sausages, hot dogs, and chicken of course.
Me: They might, but I really don't...
TB: Yeah. It's like a restaurant. In Canada. Prison.
Me: I don't think you want to go to prison.
TB: Yes I do. Everyone likes me there. They all cheer for me and give me high-fives.
Me: Probably for the wrong reasons, but prison isn't a good place.
TB: And pizza. They always have pizza, and hamburgers. Lots to eat.
Me: Okay, so you'll be well fed. Still...
TB: And everyone gets dessert.