Arrr, matey! U.S. be lockin’ up a cursed Californian brig, fraught with naughty shenanigans!
2024-12-05
Arrr, matey! The Bureau o' Prisons be battlin' a wretched treasure map o' budget woes, what with a heap o’ rustin' hulls and leaky decks awaitin' repairs. They be swabbin' the decks o’ despair, tryin' to keep their ship afloat! Avast, it be a rough sea ahead!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the murky depths of the Bureau of Prisons, where the coin o' the realm be runnin' drier than a landlubber's throat in a drought! Aye, in a memo fit for a scallywag's eye, they be confessin' to a troublesome budget situation that's causin' more woes than a cursed treasure map!