She may have gotten killed off on Lost, but weep not for Michelle Rodriguez. She allegedly had an "amazing experience" in jail. The same sort of "amazing experience" thousands of fresh-faced teenage girls enjoy during the second semester of their freshman year at Simmons, to be sure.

You'll recall that Michelle was nabbed for drunk driving and, when given the choice between community service and jail, picked jail. Apparently, she made the right choice, because much like Bridget Jones and George Bluth, she blossomed like a violet in spring behind bars. Says the butch babe,

"It was so cool. I love people, and it was a primal crew. The only thing that keeps them going is fighting for salt and making dice out of soap. It was an amazing experience. I wouldn't take it back for anything. I have a really good belief in destiny. It's, like, if I'm gonna be killed in there, I'm gonna be killed in there. But people were cool. I represent the people, you know what I mean? If somebody picks on me, they'll get what's coming. I didn't have to handle myself is what I'm saying. I had love in there. People got where I'm coming from."

People got where she's coming from because deep down inside, Michelle isn't a Balenciaga-wearing, colonic-getting J. Lo type. She's like those girls at your junior high who were invariably named Tamara or Tracy, who had the highest bangs, the purplest Aziza eye shadow, and the roach clip attached to their belt loops. One can only assume that in the hoosegow, Michelle was the maharishi of inmates, teaching her fellow scofflaws how to create makeshift lipstick from hangnail blood, and how to fashion a garrote out of a safety pin tied to a tampon.

Michelle naked! At MrSkin.com.