You and your wife are notorious thieves wanted in more states than there are stars on the flag, which is tough to do. After your most recent heist, your wife got nabbed by the cops and sent upriver. A pretty inconvenient wrinkle under any circumstances, but especially so right now, because your wife is seven months pregnant with your first child, a son.
"No way is my baby boy gonna be born in no women's prison," you tell the rest of your crew.
"But They know you'll try and bust her out," your demolitions expert says. "They're holdin' her just to make you come for her. They'll be waitin' boss."
"Then we better not make em wait too long," you say.
Happy Your Son Ain't Gonna Be Born In No Women's Prison Day!
