One guy who's going to go and get a way.

Uh-huh.

You trying to be a hot-up.

You trying to be a street cop?

Morning, everybody on my way to Burton County Police Academy. We have a

we'll offer a hundred people from today's class to do a program.

I'll see a bunch of guys there.

We have a tick head drive behind me.

With love left me.

It's hot shit, but he's completely dick.

Anyway, lots better things.

I'm driving up there and I see a car,

right, like, kind of catches my attention and I just noticed

it doesn't have a front, I'm sorry, a real plate on it, right? There's no rear plate on this car.

And it's not an older car, is probably a new car where the temp tag fell off.

And then I pull up next to it and I see a guy probably in his mid-50s early 60s on his way to work driving in a way that reveals nothing

from only.

So to myself, man, how many times as a cop or how many times would you take the time to stop that dude to try to figure out where his rear license plate is and waste time.

You know, the guy, see, probably was a nice guy.

You probably weren't gonna write him and take it.

We decided you gonna take five, seven, eight minutes out of your day to

fuck around and pull over somebody for some bullshit traffic violations

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