A Life Sentence
A man was sent to jail for life. He was kept at a facility without a sickbay. Inmates needing medical care were treated at the hospital in a nearby town. Any major surgery required special permission by the chief warden.After six years this man applied to have his right arm amputated. The chief warden refused permission for such a procedure to be performed.
When asked about this by the luckless inmate, who was wheeled into the office on a wheel chair, the chief warden replied:
“Shortly after you came here you had all your teeth extracted. Then your appendix was removed. Next thing your testicles were gone. Then your tonsils went. Part of your stomach and intestines were removed next; followed by one of your kidneys.”
The warden paused for a while and went on:
“Your left eye was removed two years ago. During the last year both your legs were amputated. And you have donated gallons of blood while here. I think you’re busy escaping!”
Enjoy this monday, I hope it is not blue for you.
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A strange alliance held together by intrigue while ships cross the desert through the eye of a needle.
Boys will be boys and men will be men; only separated by the price of their toys. The third of a yard has a few very expensive toys.
Thank you for reading my blogs little bird and thanks for the kind things you said, while we discount all the other paraphernalia. Trivial matters that can gather no moss.
Que sera,sera.
I don't think so, but it may be a good theme for a new Frnkenstein movie.
I think if he was subtle enough he might have gotten away!
Thank you for a good laugh... I thought I post the tweety bird as well. Hope you have a wonderful Monday, mine is a good one but still have to relax some...
I had forgotten about that song! Thanks.
Thanks.
I'm sure Tweety would love it too.
I'm getting out of this place even if it kills me the prisoner was thinking......
Glad you liked it. Wish he got away. Would be nice if one could be sliced up to be reassembled at another place.
I wonder if his 'other half' would be seen as an escaped fugitive. Hunted down by the law!
The law would be asking which way did he go,
which way did he go,
And trying to describe him may be a bit hard dont you think....
But if they catch the other half? Could they serve the same sentence in half the time? Could they be kept in the same cell? What about all the ethical questions. Would they be allowed to 'feel themselves' at all.
Yes, there must have been a snitch around.
you got me thinking now. Maybe it was; If I remember rightly the king did not have enough men and horses to put him together.
what would be gone next?
Enjoy your Monday and wish out of the blue
Last week, prison...
single camera...
guards...
problem with typing...
and drive a car...
Hmmmm...
This story is familiar to me...
CAT
...so who is there, you say,
is busy escaping?
I used exactly that statement a few years ago when a legless prosecutor lost a very good case during a disciplinary hearing. He just goofed it. Funny, he enjoyed the pun as much as I did.
The student in question stopped his nonsense and received his degree the next year.
Yes, one devises all kinds of schemes when you get desperate.
Do you happen to remember the name of the prisoner?
Hi CAT
Hi all
Good blog
whocanitbe? not you. i see you still have your legs.
Wishing you a great Day!
Yes, you tell me; Whocanitbe.
Are you escaping too?
Thank you for comforting information.
So...
Does anyone else have information about the prisoner?
We will ask him as soon as we can loacate all his wherabouts. He seems to be very divided at present.
maybe he gone now. Other half walking around free.
haai fotina
That's the whole thing. The warden was not so cleve. He waited too long. I wonder if he can visit his brother in jail?
btw Is it legal to imprison an incomplete person who was whole when sentence was passed? Just wondering.........
Hi ya Cat
All kinds of legal issues here.
Can he claim compensation?
Maybe with a bigger deposit and fewer instalments he might have made it.
I supose that would depend on how much of him stayed at home when he arrived at jail.
life is a sentence... but we always find ways to "run way"...
Very much even can be...
I always seem to be sleeping when you come around. I sleep a lot lately. Sometimes needed and sometimes induced. I'm too scared to accet anything in a mug or a cup. Half the time it is doped.
I just woke up from another drug induced sleep. There should really be a law against this.
I think life is a word. Too short for a sentence.