One of the many benefits of not dying is you can recycle your jokes. I will substitute "Ivan Bosky" with "Jimmy Cayne". But before this is over, you'll have plenty of choices.
So Cayne checks in for his first day in lock down, and a rather large fellow with a bit of a mean look introduces himself. Jimmy introduces himself, and his new roomate informs Mr. Cayne that since it's Wednesday, it's couples nite at seven sharp. When Mr Cayne inquires about the festivites, his cellmate offers him first choice......."Do ya wanna be da Huzbind, or da Wife." Jimmy, always a quick thinker when his mind is not clouded by the Cannibis, has several rather unpleasant visions racing through his head. After a minute, he offers to be the Husband, figuring that would be the least intimidating of the two.
As the big hand stikes seven, Mr. 20 to Life hops from his bunk, and announces,,,,,,,,
"OK. Get over here and suck your wife's dick."