Not bragging about being a piece of shit but I did some time in San Quentin, in gen pop, and fat fucking faggot Patrick wouldn’t last five minutes.

Which would be fine, if he didn’t constantly go around acting like a tough guy.

Patrick, we can literally tell by looking at you that you’re not a hard man. You’re literally soft. You’re covered in fat and flab and have a very weak appearance. Hard, dangerous men are very rarely as flabby looking as you.

1: literally as soon as you got booked in, you’d be forced to run with the Aryan Brotherhood (Cali state prisons are very political and segregated).

If you said no or said you were against racism, they’d beat the shit out. The beating would be so bad and so brutal it would change your life.

2: Someone as faggy and opinionated as you won’t last very long. You’re locked down with men doing 20+ year bids and it doesn’t take much irritation for them to take a shank and shove it in your neck.

1. You’d be a punk ass bitch that got clowned on the yard.

I’m not trying to sound tough, I’m just saying that you may want to stop giving off this energy that you’re some kind of tough guy, because that shit had a way of manifesting into your real life and before you know it, one bad decision, one instance of trying to prove your faggy flabby manhood, could get you locked up in the clink with 2,000 killers and master manipulators.

I hope you die Fatso.