We dont hate the rich, we just want to join them. While the idea of going to women's jail is not entirely unattractive, I'm going to have to take a pass on that and stick with fantasizing about sneaking into a convent populated by horny nuns, a la' Sir Galahad in Monty Python's The Holy Grail. Oh, wicked, bad, naughty, evil Zoot! Oh, she is a naughty person, and she must pay the penalty -- and here in Castle Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the grail-shaped beacon. You must tie her down on a bed and spank her! All right. Giggity-giggity-goo. Etc. |
HA! You might want to re-think the convent idea.
I was in a line in Wal-Mart yesterday and there were two sour looking nuns behind me.
With my usual luck, I was behind a couple who were stocking up for 3 years in the wilderness. As I watched their incredible collection of stuff being rung up, I turned to the nuns and said, “I’ll bet they have $400 worth of stuff.”
Neither nun smiled. I edged up to check out the actual amount of the couple’s purchase. After deducting their 25 coupons (I always get in line behind 25 coupon people), their total was $501.
Again I turned to the nuns and announced the total. Man, were they humorless and cranky. They were also dumb. They had about 8 items and could have gone through the quick check out.
Not to discourage you, but they were also very plain looking ladies.
So, I’d head on to that woman’s prison if I were you.