Cop: "What's the problem?"

Me: "Well, I've called a hundred times! My son bacon is being attacked by the killer ducks!"

Cop: "Killer ducks?"

Me: "Yeah, and the gangster bunnies are surrounding us!"

Cop: "Im confused. Why did you name your son Bacon, that's odd!"

Me: "That's what confuses you the most tonight?"

Cop: "What"

Me: "What else do you name an alligator, fml!"

Cop: "OK, who are the killer ducks and why do you seem to believe your thoughts?"

Me: "Because. Duh!"

Cop: "Mam, step away from the broom and put your hands on the stick!"

Me: "I don't think I like your attitude sir!"

Cop: "Irrelevant, step away from there!"

Me: "Nope. The last Cop who said that was driving a UFO and I didn't trust him either!"

Cop: "Why do I always get the spoiled brats?"

Me: "I'm not spoiled, watch your mouth"

Cop: "Your still going downtown"

Me: "No I'm not but if I have to, I call shotgun!"

Cop: "Nevermind, get back on your broom and stop playing with my lights!"

Me: "Damn, crazy works every time!"
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