ok ill start
once when i was in the grip of the grape, i picked up my ukulele (its the only thing small enough to be able to smuggle in and out
) and i gave a rendition of the steel workers lament
the slobs were agog but when i reached the yodel break, they nearly hit the frikkin roof
i was nearly torn apart when i said that i couldnt play another (i said i had to be back otherwise guard would come and hurt me but really i wanted to leave them wanting more
)
its a night ill never forget and neither will the people of m*****g usa