How to pick up chicks - lesson 7

Women’s prisons

Shooting fish in a barrel is a concept that comes to mind when I think about doing some lazy fishing. On the other hand, being inside a woman’s prison is like fishing inside a shark tank, with a big piece of raw steak sewn into your crotch. As you approach the tank, you can smell the fish. As you enter the tank, you can see the fish. While in the tank, you can reach out and touch the fish, but you know that by the end of the day, if you leave, your crotch will not be in one piece.

If you’re ever able to get inside a woman’s prison, your hunting skills must be at its peak. There’s a good chance that you’ll be stripped, slapped about and have a large object shoved up your bum, but if you make it past the guards, there’s a good chance of getting some action.

One’s initial thought about being in a woman’s prison is that you’ll be treated like a piece of candy. Passed along from one hardened criminal to the next, as they use and abuse you, as they see fit. They’ll release their pent up anger and frustrations on you and you’ll probably end up nailed to the “mama bitch’s” wall after having your male anatomy torn from your body by hundreds of sexually frustrated women.

But one must remember that there could be a down side too.

The problem with the female prisoner is that they’re so use their routine. I’ll explain the concept through the clever analogy of food.

The female prisoner was use to having all kinds of food on the outside, but since they’ve been locked up, all they’ve had to eat is… um… let’s say, fish for instance. There’s nothing wrong with fish, but let’s be honest, it’s not steak. One can make do with eating fish day after day, week after week, year after year, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a nice piece of steak, for a change, especially if one use to eat steak regularly on the outside.

Over the years these murderers, thieves, bad cooks and drug dealers have obsessed about meat. This obsession has been built up to such a degree, that they feel that their next piece of meat will be like being in heaven. An ironic concept, seeing that the murderers and bad cooks are deemed to go to hell for eternity.

So there’s a lot to live up to and no matter how good you are at putting a penis in a woman’s mouth, you’re still not going to live up to the woman prisoner’s expectations.

So in the likely chance of being able to get some special alone time with an inmate, I suggest that you keep a high voltage taser handy, without her knowing about it, for once you’re done.

Also remember to concentrate your hunting skills to the “lifers”. You thereby save money by not having to use condoms. A pregnant “lifer”, isn’t your problem.