Man, these anecdotes just write themselves, don't they? I mean, a shot of jack and close your eyes for an afternoon nap and you can JUST HEAR the conspiracy "conferences" happening. Imagine a sweaty Bubba and his idiot wife on the phone to some of the others AND the keyholder to the power of life and death over Epstein-the-Pedo in stir:
Bubba: "Holy f**king crap on a stick! They got all the docs on us going to Pedo Island! Epstein sings and we'll ALL be on suicide watch in some federal lockup in flyover country!"
Calm, ominous voice in response: "Don't worry. We'll have it all taken care of by tomorrow morning.."
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