|This is what Moe looked like over the weekend.|
Moe got to spend the weekend in the clink making up for his poor decision making. This was our textual conversation once he got out today.
Me: Jail bird!! How's life on the outside?
Moe: I don't know yet. I'm still adjusting. I am staaaaarving though!
Me: You better eat something you've been dreaming about from the inside.
Moe: I know! I'm totally gonna pig out somewhere once I check my computer for messages and hop in the shower to get the smell of criminal off me.
Me: You might be able to get some chicks with that smell especially if you hit a McDonald's or a Walmart. *shrugs*
Moe: *laughs* Why didn't I think of that?! That's a FANTASTIC idea!
Me: Hell, I don't know! Is it too late? Are you part of the clean man club, or can ya still catch a few dirties?
Moe: Oh I still got the stank on me. Women of the Walmart, WATCH OUT!
Me: They will flock to you! People will mistake you for the free government peanut butter and cheese line!!
Moe didn't find that very funny. Oopsie!! I'm so inappropriate sometimes!