Prison Slop occurs exactly two days after Thanksgiving:
It is the act of opening your 3 day, 2 night-old grey sweatpants only to release a humidity chamber into the room - with the slightest hint of old meat, proceeded by blasting stuffed-up butt-clusters onto a metal plate across the dinner table then asking your best pal to "eat it because its been locked up for a while".
Trevor was hungry and I had no leftovers, so I offered some prison slop