Remembering the good times...

I'm just gonna be brief and say what eye have to say. I want to wish the guys in cell block B, the best for the long weekend. Guys...return my Barry Manilow CD's for you know whose sake. A deal is a freaking deal. I remember I remember the cell where I was kept, the little window where the sun came peeping while I slept...it never came a wink too soon or brought too long a day, cuz I needed light to dig a hole and make my getaway...opps. Lights out Holmes...