can still feel it through his thick pants, and with enough force that his glasses fly off of his face and onto the ground, rendering him helpless. His only option is to fumble around on the ground like Velma from Scooby Doo whenever she loses her glasses. He picks up his glasses, staring at me in contempt. He skeeters off to his office and I hear a message being played through the prison intercom: ''all inmates except for inmate number five four seven, go back to your cells. Lunch hour is now OVERRRR!'' I wait next to my cell door, but...Read full confession on reddit
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