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September 07, 2006

You Know These Guys

...were talkin' sh*t.

Cell phones, complete with a charger and data chips, were found in the body cavities of four inmates at a maximum-security prison, and they had used the phones to direct criminal activities on the street, officials said Wednesday.

...Capt. Juan Ramon Arevalo, director of the Zacatras prison, said the gang members had introduced the cell phones, wrapped in plastic bags, into their bodies through their anuses. The phones were relatively small - about as long as an adult forefinger.

Authorities also found nine cell phone chips, each slightly larger than a fingernail, and one charger.


So what's to stop Ali Blabla (intent on blowing up an airliner, etc.) from being anal retentive, too?

Posted by tree hugging sister at September 7, 2006 09:11 PM

Comments

complete with a charger and data chips

I'd make a joke about where they plug it in but I think that joke's been pre-empted.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:27 PM

And I have to assume they got the idea from Papillon.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:28 PM

[From the Mad Magazine satire of Pappillon]

"And I want the money washed. I know where you keep it."

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:29 PM

[Four posts in a row. I'm on a roll]

Yeah, I know it's "Papillon". My typing degrades after a few beers.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:30 PM

But at least I spelled it right the first time.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:31 PM

What would you do without people like me who keep making ridiculous comments for no apparent reason?

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 7, 2006 09:32 PM

What would you do without people like me

Be flush with success.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 7, 2006 10:04 PM

So, did they keep the ringers on or put them on vibrate?

(somebody had to ask)

Posted by: Gunslinger at September 7, 2006 10:23 PM

Vibrate would serve a dual purpose.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 7, 2006 10:31 PM

Can you hear me now?

Posted by: Dave E. at September 8, 2006 12:19 AM

(I'm not sure anyone'd want to be part of that network...)

Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 8, 2006 12:24 AM

Hey, at least it wasn't the hand grenade this time...

Posted by: John at September 8, 2006 12:38 AM

This gives new meaning to the term, "Buzz me!"

Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at September 8, 2006 01:19 AM

Trust me THS, many have, if not exactly that context.

Posted by: Dave E. at September 8, 2006 01:24 AM

Hmmm, so that's why the prison phone sex hotline number Ken gives me just ring and ring and ring...

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 8, 2006 06:35 AM

It could certainly save you from messy prison emotional entanglements. No longer a need for:

"Bingley? If we was in prison you'd be MY bitch."

"Well, thank you for the offer, Billy Ray, but I got it covered."

Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 8, 2006 07:56 AM

:

It needed to be said. Of course, if one of those devices were to short-circuit, it might be

;

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 8, 2006 08:55 AM

Yeah, I just pulled that joke out of my ass.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 8, 2006 08:56 AM

Did the phones still work, or had they rectum?

Posted by: Crusader at September 8, 2006 09:01 AM

Butt I can't answer that!!

Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 8, 2006 09:12 AM

I guess they wanted to keep colon their friends.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 8, 2006 09:33 AM

Still, you have to admire the intestinal fortitude. It takes a lot of guts to walk around with electronics in your guts. Anal two ways about it.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 8, 2006 09:59 AM

I carried that uncomfortable hunk of metal, up my ass, for two years... and now, I'm giving it, to you.

Posted by: Nightfly at September 8, 2006 12:59 PM