Source: yeeeah.com

Kiefer Sutherland turned himself in on Wednesday to begin serving the 48-day jail sentence for his drunk driving arrest. People magazine says

Sutherland will be assigned to laundry and kitchen duty, serving breakfast, lunch and dinner to the other inmates. As an inmate worker, he’ll be allowed the roam the jail “about 75 percent of the time” – rather than be confined to his cell all day – though the only time he’ll be in contact with other inmates is when he’s serving food. Sutherland will be serving the 48 days with no early release and no good time/work time credit.

If I know Jack Bauer — and I do — he’s gonna be out of there in 24 hours anyway. That’s just how he rolls. There’s no stopping him. Watch seasons two and three again if you don’t believe me. Look, I know that the real Kiefer Sutherland is a drunken ass, and I’ve seen the video of him karate-chopping the hotel Christmas tree and heard his lame-ass band and all that, but there’s just something about Jack Bauer that sets my loins ablaze. In a different way than the herpes already do. He makes me feel like a fourteen year old girl at a boy band concert or something. If I ever actually met him, I’d probably be so nervous and excited that I’d just stammer and giggle until my panties exploded. Namely because I would no doubt empty my bowels out of sheer exhilaration with a magnitude my lower intestines had never before known. Yeah, I know Brazilian cut isn’t really famous for it’s load-bearing capacity, but you wouldn’t expect a girl to wear grandma panties when she meets Jack Bauer, would you? It’s hard to know what to do in this case. That’s the kind of conundrum known as a “catch-22.” Or in this case, a “catch-24.“¹ Get it? God, that’s fucking brilliant. I’m going to go lay down now before it starts to hurt.

¹_{See, the good thing about writing this from a computer is that you can’t reach out and slap me across the face for that, no matter how much you want to.}

Lots of Jack hotness for the ladies:

Source: yeeeah.com

You can tell me all day long that Jack Bauer is just a made-up character played by a drunken moron who likes karate-chopping hotel lobby Christmas trees and road managing a shitty garage band. And you could try to tell me that Jack Bauer’s real name is “Kiefer Sutherland” and he once played a vampire in some 80’s teen flick. You could even tell me that “24″ is entirely implausible at this point and that it’s only in production as a ratings safety net for the Fox network. And you know what I’d say to all that? I’d say, “Fuck you, you commie bastard!” And then I’d start smashing dinner plates on the kitchen floor while screaming things like “America-basher,” “Bolshevik asshole,” and “pinko commie,” and you’d probably just gingerly back out of the front door and head for the safety of your Marxist car. Jack Bauer is real, people. A real American hero. He’s the Superman of our day: truth, justice, and little bit of ass-kicking and neck-breaking.

More of the great patriot after the jump.