I bet at the woman's prison, they're forced to dig ditches and make license plates. Someone please send me to Manila with a kilo of blow so I can get Brokedown Palace'd and take over this operation. Also, I wish there were little pop up bubbles telling us what certain prisoners are in for. Like "Rape!", "Murder!", "Putting dog in lumpia!"
Joe just arrived home (at 8:30am, wearing MY Marc Jackass t-shirt because he's "one of those roomates") and was like, "Did you just discover this?"
No. I just needed something to put me in a good Monday mood and figured Filipino prisoners being forced to dance to hits of the 80's might do the trick.
I was right...