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Muy Complicado Photoshoot
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| Someone taking fucking photos inside a Dominican Republic jail. | |
| Now, when's the last time that ever happened? | |
| So, you guys can go on to Twitter and search it or search it on the internet. | |
| John McAfee, Janice McAfee, jail, Dominican Republic. | |
| And you're going to have some very smiling photos of me. | |
| No goddamn mattresses. | |
| What's a fucking mattress for? | |
| You know, mattresses in real life? | |
| No. | |
| Sleeping on the concrete floor or on these crisscrossed wires. | |
| We don't give a flying fuck. | |
| No, that's the reality. | |
| So we've got those photos on the goddamn internet. | |
| He did a little photo shoot there. | |
| Why? | |
| Listen, I'm going to tell you where I'm going. | |
| My exit from this life is right around the corner. | |
| And I promise you people, between here and that fucking corner will be a thousand lifetimes for the average fucking person. | |
| End of story. | |
| Well said. | |
| How did you get out? | |
| How did you get out? | |
| Tell me what happened next. | |
| Yeah, we were able to get to the lawyers the next day. | |
| They took us to the head of immigration, and we were able to speak with our lawyers. | |
| And that's when they discussed that they had to send us back to America. | |
| There's no fighting it. | |
| We just had to go. | |
| And so John got the lawyers to file a brief to first, before they move us anywhere, that we should be able to speak before the judge. | |
| So we wanted them to hear our case. | |
| Before they could move us anywhere. | |
| And so while they were following the paperwork, John had to stall for time. | |
| And so he did that by faking a stroke while they were counting the money that they were returning to us. | |
| Yeah, and he had a stroke, so I'm trying to be, you know, emotional, because I know that he's faking. | |
| So it was, I mean, it was quite the acting job we both did, I think. | |
| There were Emmys or Oscars giving out for real life acting. | |
| I mean, real fucking life. | |
| Definitely, Oscar. | |
| You're in immigration. | |
| The head of immigration, who reports the goddamn president of the fucking country... | |
| It's right there by his side. | |
| He's saying, listen, I'm sorry, it's very, he said, same order. | |
| It's muy, muy, muy complicado. | |