The food tasted terrible, the service sucked, and there was nothing good on tv because there was no tv. I hate being in jail. It’s almost always because of some misunderstanding. I don’t mean to make the sky cerulean or reverse the polarity of the cable satellites and broadcast peoples living rooms to other living rooms (especially when they are in uncompromising positions). They were harmless accidents.
My doppleganger is a very hated man. He was number one on the most wanted list. I have to say I was impressed by that. I almost felt I was number one. I’m usually not number one in anything unless there is an explosion involved.
If I ever hop dimensions again I’m calling ahead to see if I am wanted. That should prevent any more misunderstanding.
