Man with knife tries to rob bank. Guards have guns. Jailarity ensues…
- Homes, don be givin’ me yo she-at. I knows where you be at.
- Why yo’ lyin’ ass talkin’ smack bitch? I’ll smack you upside yo head!
- Nighty night! Keep your bung hole tight!
Folks in the free world may chatter all they like about Apple’s sleek new iPhone, but citizens on lockdown must rely on more antiquated forms of communication.
Inventive inmates at facilities around the country speak jail cell-to-jail cell using their commodes, a phenomenon known to wardens, correctional officers and attorneys as “toilet talk.”
OMG, there are just so many ways to go with this post. All of them bad. So let’s have fun in the comments. Here are a couple beginners… Toilet talk, the new T-mobile… ATT is Craptastic… more?
UPDATE: check out the toilet snorkle at allabreve.org
I drained the water out of my toilet and shouted your name until I passed out from the fumes. You never answered…….
I was hoping I could come up with something pithy (or pissy) and clever, but I ain’t got sh*t.
You think about a clever retort for the post and come back later, K?