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jayfurrAnyone who's known me for a while knows that at times, especially when I get really tired, I get really punchy and develop a strange sense of humor. MUCH stranger than normal.
Well, tonight was one of those nights. I was exhausted when I left work -- totally brainfried, no idea why, but I felt completely wrung out. Despite this, we decided to go the gym, me to speed-walk around the indoor track and Carole to do yoga. I was not at my best on the way to the gym and for some strange reason, as we were pulling into the parking lot, that I needed to learn how to make... what's it called, that stuff prisoners make in jail using fruit and yeast and plastic bags? Oh, right, PRUNO.
I had visions of myself out in the garage, workin' on my pruno. Carole would get a phone call from someone wanting to talk to me and would have to say "Jay can't come to the phone right now, he's out tending to the pruno." And so forth. I couldn't help giggling mindlessly. I'd call my father-in-law up and ask him if he wanted to swap pruno recipes. I'd make GIANT BAGS of it and lay it down in the cellar to 'age'. I would be the PRUNO BARON of RICHMOND, VERMONT.
And even now that we're home and I'm trying to get everything squared away so I can get to bed, I'm still amused by the idea. Thus, for your reading entertainment, I give you some PRUNO links:
Recipe for Prison Pruno -- a poem written by a death row inmate all about making pruno
MAKE YOUR OWN PRUNO -- very detailed instructions from a defunct blog
The Centers for Disease Control weigh in
Well, tonight was one of those nights. I was exhausted when I left work -- totally brainfried, no idea why, but I felt completely wrung out. Despite this, we decided to go the gym, me to speed-walk around the indoor track and Carole to do yoga. I was not at my best on the way to the gym and for some strange reason, as we were pulling into the parking lot, that I needed to learn how to make... what's it called, that stuff prisoners make in jail using fruit and yeast and plastic bags? Oh, right, PRUNO.
I had visions of myself out in the garage, workin' on my pruno. Carole would get a phone call from someone wanting to talk to me and would have to say "Jay can't come to the phone right now, he's out tending to the pruno." And so forth. I couldn't help giggling mindlessly. I'd call my father-in-law up and ask him if he wanted to swap pruno recipes. I'd make GIANT BAGS of it and lay it down in the cellar to 'age'. I would be the PRUNO BARON of RICHMOND, VERMONT.
And even now that we're home and I'm trying to get everything squared away so I can get to bed, I'm still amused by the idea. Thus, for your reading entertainment, I give you some PRUNO links:
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Date: 2009-03-05 05:47 am (UTC)