Or unbearably scary. I get paranoid just riding in a car when I’m high; I can’t imagine walking the Last Mile.
#157 kinda weirded me out.
WTF? What kind of mother does that? “Eat, eat! You’re so skinny!”
Think she made him wear a sweater too?
You realize of course that the new guy in prison is referred to as “the new fish”…
Perhaps Vegetarians are just craftier than us omnivores, and never get caught…
Oh, did you notice the “new features” page?
They mention realtime updates.
(the whole texas thing… yes I deserve to be flamed for that one)
Uh-oh. They’re onto us. RUN!!!
Oh, did you notice the “new features” page?
They mention realtime updates.
(the whole texas thing… yes I deserve to be flamed for that one)
grumble grumble… stupid slow connection makes me think i didn’t post the first time… grumble grumble…
Is that completely logical? Wouldn’t that mean that if no prisoner asked for shit then shiteaters would be crafty too? And if they didn’t ask for a pile of entrails and a tongue then cannibals are crafty? Or if no-one asked for a dinner homecooked by their mother then mommy’s boys are really crafty? I don’t wish to offend, I mean, I can only guess after all.
Dude, don’t take me so seriously.
Three possibilities exist. Either (a) most people that end up on death row are/become omni/carnivores, or (b) the vegetarians are non-violent, or © they are violent as hell, but are very crafty, so they don’t get caught.
I just like looking at the odd point of view. The whole bit about the momma’s boys, and cannibals is covered by the whole “it has to be stuff that is served by the cafeteria” (wouldn’t it be creepy if human flesh -was- normally served in prison? "bob was executed last night, so lunch is probably tacos for the next few days…)
I just frankly don’t know how I could countenance eating anything if I knew I was going to die in a couple of hours. I can’t imagine anything that would take my appetite away more.
Wonko the Sane: So Reeder’s link from the Texas Department of Criminal Justice is, in fact, a Texas prison cafeteria menu? That’s what they have to choose from every day of the week? If that’s the case you could almost theorize that crime is a retreat from vegetables to the deep fried white chocolate cake life. I remember in Cool Hand Luke that Paul Newman got beans and cornbread. That’s considered health food these days - most health food cook books have recipes for that kind of thing. If I had no chance of parole I wouldn’t choose to eat health food though. It’d just mean another 10 years of hell and maybe that’s why death row prisoners have the tastes they do.
Seemed to be a real craving for eggs
sunny side up, scrambled, fried…etc
what alot of them appear to miss most is a good
ol Dennys breakfast…
If I was going to the electric chair, I think I’d request several pounds of uncooked popcorn.
/slight hijack/
Makes me wonder if anyone has ordered and received something that they knew would cause an allergic reaction?
Most food allergies are mild. But there are those who are allergic enough to, oh say… peanuts…that a peanut-butter sandwich would throw them into anaphalactic (sp?) shock.
Could they then be put to death in such a condition?
Or, perhaps a lifelong devout Muslim or Jew might want pork barbecue or shellfish, just 'cuz he’s never had it.
/here endeth the slight hijack/
I don’t believe that the last meal has to be something that is normally served in the prison.
99 requests for fries.
34 requests for other potato products.
IIRC, The Book of Lists #3 has a “Last Meals of the Condemned” list that’s pretty interesting. I can’t locate my copy at the moment (locate anything? In my house? :rolleyes:) but I seem to recall one guy who entered prison, knowing he was going to get the chair, and decided to get so fat that he wouldn’t be able to fit in on the date of execution. He’d have seconds, and thirds if he could get them, at dinner. Basically he about doubled in weight by the time his execution date rolled around.
His last meal probably could have fed an entire homeless shelter. He had, IIRC, four kinds of meat, three kinds of fried potatoes, just huge quantities of everything, an entire chocolate cake…I mean, this list was incredible.
Finally, they roll him out to the death chamber, and there’s the electric chair…looking like they custom-made it to fit him.
Nice try. 
So much for my six-pack of Corona (with limes, of course!) and pack of Camels. Stupid regulations.
If I could have anything (rather than what is on the prison menu), I’d have to go with prime rib (medium rare), lobster with melted butter on the side, a beer, (or if prohibited, a thick chocolate or vanilla shake), and some chocolate-chip cheesecake.
The prison menu doesn’t sound all that appetizing. (aside from the cheesecake - I’m a cheesecake junkie!)
-Dirty