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Small town drunk tank, eh? While inside, did you happen to meet a feller named Otis?

Wow. I didn't even know they locked people up for drunk and disorderly behavior anymore. That's totally bizarre.

Was it ... umm ... fun?

So, did somebody have to come "bail you out"? I hope you weren't wearing something silly. When I had to bail out a friend one time, he was wearing white tennis shorts and pink socks. It was like bailing out Tiny Tim.

I used to know a couple of guys who would regularly land in the drunk tank in Portland, Oregon, and they always managed to amuse themselves by singing, in drunk and off-key voices, "Just A Friend" by Biz Markie. I guess if you end up there again for whatever reason, give it a try?

Do they call you Tater Salad?

/obligatory

had I known, I would've loaned you my harmonica.

Spork, where there any other characters in the tank with you?

Did anybody make you their bitch?

link to mugshot or it didn't happen

Did anybody make you their bitch?

If so and you do a return trip, this may come in handy.

How were you a jerk to the locals? I want to hear the full story if it's not too embarrassing.

No one needed to bail me out. I did the obligatory four hours then left without a fine.

There were two very stereotypical characters in the drunk tank. There was the bearded scruffy homeless drunk. With gravelly slurred speech he explained that the jailers were all assholes. Actually, most of his stories were slurred and regarded assholes. The only other guy was an English lad. Between his accent and our combined intoxication I could understand maybe one in ten words. I was able to glean that he was from London and that he felt his incarceration was bullshit. And he was also angry that he was very near his house but they took him to jail instead of home.

I was the biggest fellow there, but I chose not to make anyone my bitch.

As far as a jerk to the locals. I wasn't picking fights or being lewd in front of women or children. I dropped a glass. I didn't clean up the shards even after someone suggested I do so. That wasn't cool.

LOL @ "to quote thepinksuperhero".

Remember TPS? We were all having fun that time. Though it did sour the weekend when you burnt your leg trying to put out the campfire like "one of the guys."

I don't, but then again, would I remember something like that? Probably not.

There was the bearded scruffy homeless drunk. With gravelly slurred speech he explained that the jailers were all assholes. Actually, most of his stories were slurred and regarded assholes.

What, your drunk tank, too?!

The only other guy was an English lad. Between his accent and our combined intoxication I could understand maybe one in ten words. I was able to glean that he was from London and that he felt his incarceration was bullshit.

What, his drunk tank, too?

(My "drunk tank" experience lasted an hour, and was due to speeding on a DL I didn't know was suspended.)