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MarnieJ [DOB]
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" Discord PringlesJones#1922
“MarnieJ of the DOB”
Inked on the wall, whispered in the yard
In the belly of the beast where the wild ones sleep,
Lurks MarnieJ—funny, twisted, and deep.
A mind like a maze with no clear end,
She'll make you laugh, then question your friends.
DOB’s queen, with that sideways grin,
Droppin' lines that crawl right under your skin.
Off the top—no filter, no pause,
Got the whole tier gaspin’, breakin' the laws.
She speaks in riddles, double entendres fly,
And somehow makes grandma jokes make you cry.
One minute it’s church, next it’s the gutter,
But don't get it twisted—she's a damn good mother.
Kids raised right, with a moral spine,
While she draws prison art with a “creative” line.
Respectful, kind—they'd never guess,
Mom’s out here causin’ mild distress.
Eccentric soul, like a comic book storm,
She breaks the mold, refuses the norm.
Satirical priestess of the cellblock stage,
Her humor burns like a joke-filled cage.
Part clown, part sage, all unpredictable,
Turned DOB into something almost... mythical.
When she speaks, it’s an off-beat prayer,
With perverse insight that lays hearts bare.
But beneath that madness, there’s warmth in her core,
A nurturer's heart that can't be ignored.
She’s the chaos, the calm, the one we salute,
A mother, a menace, in a steel-toed boot.
So here’s to MarnieJ, long may she reign,
In this concrete castle where we mask the pain.
The Disciples of Bino got pride in their name—
But it's Marnie who brings the most beautiful shame
"
“MarnieJ of the DOB”
Inked on the wall, whispered in the yard
In the belly of the beast where the wild ones sleep,
Lurks MarnieJ—funny, twisted, and deep.
A mind like a maze with no clear end,
She'll make you laugh, then question your friends.
DOB’s queen, with that sideways grin,
Droppin' lines that crawl right under your skin.
Off the top—no filter, no pause,
Got the whole tier gaspin’, breakin' the laws.
She speaks in riddles, double entendres fly,
And somehow makes grandma jokes make you cry.
One minute it’s church, next it’s the gutter,
But don't get it twisted—she's a damn good mother.
Kids raised right, with a moral spine,
While she draws prison art with a “creative” line.
Respectful, kind—they'd never guess,
Mom’s out here causin’ mild distress.
Eccentric soul, like a comic book storm,
She breaks the mold, refuses the norm.
Satirical priestess of the cellblock stage,
Her humor burns like a joke-filled cage.
Part clown, part sage, all unpredictable,
Turned DOB into something almost... mythical.
When she speaks, it’s an off-beat prayer,
With perverse insight that lays hearts bare.
But beneath that madness, there’s warmth in her core,
A nurturer's heart that can't be ignored.
She’s the chaos, the calm, the one we salute,
A mother, a menace, in a steel-toed boot.
So here’s to MarnieJ, long may she reign,
In this concrete castle where we mask the pain.
The Disciples of Bino got pride in their name—
But it's Marnie who brings the most beautiful shame
"