I don't think I could be a cop cause I don't wanna be putting my hands on the dude's head as I'm putting him in the squad car. He's a criminal; I doubt he's spent a lot of time treating his hair to the most effective cleansing agents in the world recently. And why do they do this anyway? All I ever heard from my mother growing up was "will you just get in the goddam car!?!?!" But a cop, after chasing you down, tackling you and beating you with a stick will oh-so-carefully escort you into the car, delicately making sure your precious head doesn't, god forbid, bump the top of the door. Whack.
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