Dear Problem Guy,
I am currently incarcerated at El Juepo Verde Maximum Security Prison. Some background...last month my fiancé invites her parents over for dinner and a friendly game of Scrabble.
Now, I think I can get along with just about anybody but these two really test my limits. My father-in-law to be is to put it simply a neanderthal. His great pleasures in life are squeezing bugs, coming up with nicknames for his wife's ass and slapping me on the back hard enough to fracture my ribs.
The wife is no better, everything, everywhere is wrong and she will tell you why.
Anyway, after a fine dinner of Chateaubriand and sauteed asparagus spears we adjourned to the smoking room for a fine snifter of Armagnac brandy and some good conversation.
Not really, We had Spamburgers and coleslaw and then we opened up the wobbly three-legged card table and set down to play Scrabble.
After five hours of only two and three-letter words, my fiancé's father tried to spell the word "boat" with an "r" and I crammed my remaining tiles down his throat.
So that's what happened. Anyway what I want to know is this: I'm in here for the next 25 years so do I have to make my bed every day or not?
Advice: Probably not since you will be spending most of your nights hiding in the corner from your cellmate "Tank" and thinking of creative ways to stay awake while clenching your butt cheeks.
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