“Before you guys rape me, I think I thought of a way out of here and it involves my asshole staying in tact,” I told the other prisoners.
“Well let’s hear it,” said the ringleader.
“It’s pretty long and I’m kind of tired,” I said, faking a yawn. “How about tomorrow?”
We finally agreed that it would be better to hear such an intricate plan on a good night’s sleep. Later that evening as we lied awake on our respective cots staring at the ceiling, I said to my cellmate, “I should really think of a way out of here.”
“Yeah. And it should probably involve your asshole somehow,” he said.
“Right…”
