God Bless Mashed Potatoes
July 2026 | Annual Prison Issue | Newcomers

God Bless Mashed Potatoes

It was her first social event sober, and she was freaking out at all the booze. Luckily, a desperate prayer saved her

The elevator doors opened to a magnificent and alluring display of booze. “Oh, no!” I gasped and promptly froze. “What is it?” asked my husband Tom, oblivious to the nature of the five-alarm panic rising within me. “We’re holding people up, c’mon,” he urged, firmly guiding me forward.

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