Fishprison
A dark, evil pit from which no light can escape and hope is a joke that the devil himself doesn’t laugh at. Somewhere that starts out smelling like roses and finishes reeking like a moldy, scale covered corpse.
Friend 1: Where are you off to for the day?
Friend 2: Going to sell an ounce of my soul at Fishprison. Shoot me now.
Friend 1: Ah. Yeah, nothing like spending a few hours in Hell to make you question where your life went wrong. Want some shots??
Friend 2: Going to sell an ounce of my soul at Fishprison. Shoot me now.
Friend 1: Ah. Yeah, nothing like spending a few hours in Hell to make you question where your life went wrong. Want some shots??