Retarded Policeman Gif Novels & Stories

“Tamper? What are you suggesting?” The policeman — a big, sunburned haole — blinked and took a step back. Lily stuck her hands on her hips. No, I’m not a pushover, she wish to bark. I’m just trying to be nice. But push me too far, and this is what you get.

But Luke didn’t budge. “This man is insane.” The other cop spat as he jumped off the vehicle. He pulled out his gun and moved towards Luke who shook his head in mock pity. “Mortals and their guns.” Luke mused as he saw the approaching policeman. “What is wrong with you?!!” The policeman shouted as he stood a few inches away from Luke. “ Are you drunk? Get out from this road before I blast your head off.” Luke said nothing, the smile still plastered on his face.

He looked back at Grace and shook his head. "Take a look at it!" Grace frowned at him. He grabbed the policeman's hand slowly and turned it to get a good look at the picture. It was their picture when they were kissing under the camera just now. "That looks good. Beautiful" the policeman flashed his eyebrow and gave the picture to Raymond. "Well,its beautiful" Grace took it from Raymond. "Can we just take another shot with the printout better than this?" Grace kept looking at the photograph much closely. "Let's go" the policeman was already walking ahead of them. They followed him.

"Now now Smith, do you not know that denial is the worst form of truth?" This time I was the one scowling. . . "I'm Colton Hastings, Andrew Hastings son. My dad had lent some books to Mr. Raul Aita and we were hoping you'd let us take them back." The fat policeman looked up from the hot dog he was eating. He wiped his mouth on an already dirty tissue and nodded, seeming completely disinterested. "Give the book names to Pete." He pointed to a young policeman who was inspecting the car garage. "He'll go in and get those books for you."

The elderly policeman adjusted his reading glasses and peered closely at my face. After looking me up and down for a long while, he snorted and said, "If you have nothing better to do, go find a hobby course to take, young lady! We're not a community center!" I hurriedly grabbed him by the arm. "I'm not lying, sir!" The elderly policeman said grumpily, "You claim to be an abused housewife, but your skin is soft and supple. Are you even of age? Get out of my sight!"

He reported their unsuccessful interrogation. Officer Delton inhaled deeply as he stood and took the file from the panicking officer. While he was flipping through the file, silence followed. His eyes then fixed on the polaroid picture attached to the file. A sinister smile appeared on his handsome face. ‘Hue Hedo, you caused several troubles in my city …’ He murmured inwardly.

The fear evidently registered on their faces. I guessed the patrol officers were pretty new. A bald man wearing a goth biker outfit, bold piercing and tattoos on his face, and covering his arm, chewed a chewing gum, watching me. I got to the front desk and the duty officer flipped through some files without looking up. “What do you have today?” “A speed racer. He's drunk but keeps denying it,” the blonde officer beside me answered. I was starting to get more pissed with him, but I didn't show it.

I continued honking my hon until I became surrounded by the policemen who were on duty, it didn’t make me stop but one of them got my attention in a wrong way by knocking on my car window. “Excuse me ma’am, you are making a noise and it is not conducive” he said I stopped honking and slowly rolled down my window glasses looking at the lanky policeman who looked like he hasn’t had protein foods in decades. “How may I help you” I asked. “Could you please stop making a noise? You are disturbing the peace of the town” he said. “Then get me out of here or I get you arrested” I threatened. The four policemen who surrounded me looked at each other and began to laugh so loudly like I had said someth

Hatfield Senior’s money and influence, anything felt possible. I pulled the car over to the curb and then put it in park. As the policeman approached, I kept my hands on the wheel at ten and two, just like I’d been taught. The policeman knocked his knuckles against the windshield. I rolled it down an inch. “License,” he said. I couldn’t make out much of his face from his bulky sunglasses and bulky mustache. I reached for my purse and withdrew my license. I hadn’t it to him through the crack in the window.

He inquired, and the three nodded at the same time. The policeman's expression changed, and he waved at the men who were preparing to go outside. "Stop dilly-dallying and go out already." He yelled at them and the minute he did, they froze because right in front of them, two bad men teleported right in front of their faces.