Get yourself a pair of Vintage Orange Prison Coveralls and just walk around the neighborhood. Then let me know what happens. If you are still a free man after 5 minutes, I’ll buy you a drink. One of those girly ones with the umbrellas. If you aren’t, then I’ll smuggle you something inside a birthday cake. That something is diabetes.
Don’t wear a pink mask with it while holding a knife. And get yourself some shoes! Orange is the new black y’all! No it’s not, but orange you glad to see me?
