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