Retarded Policeman Gif Novels & Stories

a police man instructed with a mega phone “Please help me… I don’t want to die” he begged as he walked slowly, looking terrified “We can help you but you have to stop there” the police said “I can’t (crying) if I stop the timer will keep counting” he said with hands raised in the air “Sir this is your last warning… you have to stop now”

Just kept watching, amused. I went back and took one more shot of him. He gave a peace sign. Like it was a damn joke. “I’m sending this to the police,” I said. “Send them the cute one, would ya?” he grinned rolled up his window—and drove off. I stood there, heart racing. Who the hell was that guy? And what the hell did he want?

They told me he ran speechless upon hearing this. I returned home early on the third day to meet him and his properties pulled outside, Alisa stood beside him with a dull face. It was still a shock to him, he had refused to pack out upon receiving his refund. Perhaps he thought it was a joke or perhaps because he’s a cop he’ll be feared. Now, it was real. He turned to see me, his lips made some movement but they couldn’t say a word. My lips curled into a sinister grin. Seeing me, he put up a frown. Alisa, as well.

Instead, they laughed and replied calmly, "Hmm, you've insulted law enforcement! It means that you are blatantly against the law, so don't blame us if you are no longer reticent toward us!" After saying that, the officer took out a stinging pepper spray. Dave Clarkson spontaneously rubbed his eyes to relieve the pain. As he rubbed his eyes, his hair was parted, and a degraded gash on his forehead was visible to one of the police presents. "Did you see his forehead? It says the word scorn! Is this a joke?" the cop pointed to Dave's forehead. Everyone there laughed, including the van driver, who reported it to the police. "Wow, your tattoo is unique," said a police officer.