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| Brace yourselves for the most gut-wrenching story of all time. |
The first part of his plan was to get civilian clothes smuggled into his cell. Pretty typical stuff here. The next phase was his escape. One might expect a carefully hand-dug whole under his bed, but no. Charles simply called a meeting with his attorney, then while the attorney was outside of the room, he donned his civilian clothes. He then used a very particular skill he had practiced many times. He walked out of the room via the unlocked door.
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| Lots of civilians wear yellow jump suits. They are all the rage now a days. |
But Charles wasn't out of the woods yet. He was stopped at the front desk by a security guard. Luckily, Charles had already prepared this part of his brilliantly orchestrated plan. Wait, no he didn't. He was luckily a master of improvisation, so he lamely flashed his prison ID badge and mumbled something about being with the attorney general's office.
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| Sorry Mr. President, I didn't recognize you until you showed me that badge. |
So rather than ask any more nosey questions, the guard let him past. And Charles went scott free! Until a bit later when they found him drunk at near by liquor store.



This story. Heh.
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