Retarded Policeman Gif Novels & Stories

He was into animal farming, Fast foods and car rentals, more reason why they haven't been able to question his wealth and link him to the gang. He looked at his Ralp Lauren wristwatch and it was 12noon already. "Welcome Sir, " a policeman said walking towards him "Take me to your inspector," he said confidently "With all pleasure, " the policeman replied as he lead the way. They stopped in front of the inspector's office and the policeman tried to walk away. "Hold it!.. " he motioned with his hands. "Give him a bundle, " he said, turning to the boys standing behind him with a briefcase. The boys nodded and brought out a bundle of pesos notes from the briefcase which they handed to the police

I replied, pretending to be understanding. “Ah, so you don’t have an ID?” The policeman spoke and then snapped his fingers. “Get out of the car, I’m going to search you. Your look doesn't hide the fact that you're a delinquent, boy. I bet you have some narcotics on you there,” he demanded. Peter glanced at me and got out of the car. “Of course, officer,” he replied. I swallowed hard as I watched him being searched as if he were a real criminal. The police officer was not at all understanding with him.

And with a little spice of lies, he attracts stupid officers to exchange stories about the pleasures of groping the bodies of innocent country girls. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the police officer responded with great enthusiasm, and instead continued to rant about his prowess in ensnaring naive village women. Calvin thought at the time, what a fool this police officer is. He didn't even know if a safety pin sticking out of his trouser pocket had been stolen by him. Calmly he continued to listen to the stupid officer chatter about his disgusting manhood. After the officer ran out of stories to tell and walked back to his office, only then did he begin his action to open his cell.

one doughnut-eating cop asked. “Come on man, isn’t that too cliché?” Bright expressed. The man Bright called “officer pear” in his head got offended. “What did you say? You think you’re better than me?” He leaned forward to point a finger at Bright. He answered, “A bit, yeah.” “No, he does not, officer,” August intervened. “Now, may we see him?”

“Relax, bro. We’re only delivering beverages “ He accelerated on. A police officer was flagging them with a torchlight. Tarry decelerated and halted behind the vehicle. The officer walked to the driver’s window and read the inscription on the body of the truck. “Culid beverages.” He shone his flashlight on Tarry. “Mon, Officer.” “Drive carefully, son. What’s in the truck?” “Beverages.” He slammed the body of the vehicle and Tarry started the engine. Roland started breathing again. “Man, that was some shit!” Tarry chuckled. “Meet them everyday. The stubborn ones get some dough and the righteous ones get a blessing.” He tapped the pocket. “How many you kill?” “Zero. I meet the nonchalant and t

The hunk never throw even a single glance at them but at the three cars stopped in the distance. "Young sir, you are--" one of the police officers was cut off when Mort took something in his wallet. "Here." Mort reached for his black card to the traffic policemen. Eyes widened and stiffened on their feet, and they all exchanged glances. The hunk slightly frowned as his gaze locked on the cars, staring at the tinted glass of their car at the person driving at the steering wheel.

The police dazed at him at the remarks that sounded hilarious. The police had to fake a laugh, thinking that Primo was joking. That laugh, however, only lasted a few seconds when Primo didn’t laugh with him. Staring at him with his surprised face, the police ended up gaping his mouth open, expecting him to elaborate his remarks.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that if I wasn’t so connected to it, I would probably move on from it like everyone else. And deep down, I felt like it was only a calm before another treacherous storm hits. ********************************************************************************** He was seated, legs crossed over the other with black sleek loafers dangling as he shook his legs here and there with a pen stuck at the corner of his mouth. Hands flipping through pages of a file, the 10th one actually, since I got here. His demeanor showed utmost frustration and annoyance as he chewed furiously at the pen dangling at his lips. Once or two times in few minutes, he'd reel his head b

He gets no verbal response. The suspicious young man looks at him, utterly confused and fearful. After a short period of silence, he takes a step backward and began fleeing. The policeman, however, is quick to pull out his gun and aimed at the suspect’s leg, shooting him. He falls with a scream, clutching his leg with shaky arms. He rolls over, similar to how a dog rolls on its back to show submission. “Hey, that’s too far!” The paramedic exclaims, pushing down the policeman’s arm. She looks at the officer’s name badge and looks at him.

She doesn't feel well, and she's mute. As he spoke, Serge took out his ID card with a pile of cash underneath, around two hundred dollars in total. He handed them to this policeman and said: - Here is my ID card. The policeman took the ID card and secretly rubbed it to find out how much was underneath. He put them in his pocket expressionlessly. Then, he took a cursory look at the ID card and said to the other police officer: - Alright. They are not. They left the narrow room one after the other. The policeman also gave them a gentle reminder before leaving: