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Gives a whole new meaning to “beer bitch”
Paul Murphy wanted to run a bar out of his home. Paul Murphy applied for a liquor license with the Select Board, the group of local town officials who act as Springfield, Vermont’s liquor board. Paul Murphy’s application included his home address. Paul Murphy’s home address turns out to be strikingly similar to the address of the Southern State Correctional Facility. Paul Murphy wanted to sell booze out of his cell!
Needless to say, the Select Board rejected Murphy’s application. They also managed to deftly sidestep the difficult issue of whether an inmate can run a bar out of his prison cell, by simly rejecting the application because it was incomplete (many portions were left blank).
Seems to me, a prison bar is a good idea. The more time the inmates spend drinking, the less time they’re out there trying to shank folks. Of course, after several hours of drinking, the chances of shankings might increase, but hey, no plan is perfect.
