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News From The Big House

Recently I came across a story about an obese inmate in Houston, Texas and I just wanted to share it with you. This fat rat had apparently undergone two body searches and the prison guards had found nothing. But when it came time to take a shower the 500 pound guy not only bent over to pick up the soap but dropped the hand gun he'd hidden under his flabs of fat. Authorities charged him with possession of a firearm in a correctional facility. The incident gives new meaning to the phrase "concealed weapon". An inmate may well have inquired, "Is that a gun in the shower or are you just happy to see me?"


Meanwhile, I saw another story from another prison - this one in Nashville, Tennessee - where, it seems an inmate has sued authorities for losing his prosthetic leg. Seems when he arrived at the facility a year ago the prisoner was carrying an extra leg and the guards wouldn't let him keep it with him. Seems now the prisoner wants it back but officials can't find it. I guess the guy was really looking forward to entering the three-legged race at the prison field day. The guy's suing for replacement costs and $500,000 in punitive damages. If you ask me he shouldn't get all hopping mad 'cause I don't think he's got a leg to stand on.


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Comments

Skye said…
A few years back I had read an article about a court case where a man had stolen something. I can't remember the details, but I do remember the jist of the hearing. The defence lawyer told the judge that it was just the one had that had committed the crime and so should be the only part of the man to be punished. The judge must have thought, "sure, why not" or some such because he agreed and sentenced the man's arm to a term in jail while the rest of the man was free to do whatever. So, with that, the lawyer helped the man remove his prothsetic arm and together they walked out of the courtroom leaving the arm on the table!

Now whether that was a true story or not, I'm not entirely sure, nor have I been able to find it again, but it sure would be a slick way to get out of going to jail :D
Skye said…
oops, that was supposed to be "just the one hand" not "had" sorry!
nonamedufus said…
Skye: That's a very disarming defence.
Nooter said…
a gun?? i woulda sneaked in some snaks!
Quirkyloon said…
Are you pulling my rolls of fat? Erm, I mean my leg?

hee hee
CatLadyLarew said…
I'll have to remember that trick for the next time I go to jail. (I knew that sooner or later those fat rolls would come in handy... that's why I tend them so carefully.)
nonamedufus said…
nooter: Kibbles n Bits or Snausages?

Quirks: If the shoe fits...

CatLady: Happy I could inspire you!
Don said…
Whoever said that prison is too easy must think bunions are a snack food!
Seriously, the air conditioning has to be set on 78 and the television can't be on after 10pm. What about Conan?!
Now losing a leg? This has gone too far. I vote them all back to Gitmo.
lotgk said…
I read about th case of the man with the prosthetic leg. His case went to court, but the judge threw out the complaint stating the prisoner didn't have a leg to stand on.
nonamedufus said…
Don: Gee, Don, you speaking from personal experience?

lotgk: Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Winky Twinky said…
Wow, hadn't heard about that last story... I'll have to warn the Deputies where I work about THAT stashin place... yikes!
nonamedufus said…
Don: Gee, Don, you speaking from personal experience?

lotgk: Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Don said…
Whoever said that prison is too easy must think bunions are a snack food!
Seriously, the air conditioning has to be set on 78 and the television can't be on after 10pm. What about Conan?!
Now losing a leg? This has gone too far. I vote them all back to Gitmo.
Quirkyloon said…
Are you pulling my rolls of fat? Erm, I mean my leg?

hee hee

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