Uh, hi
officers, um, we had a flat tire back there.
Do you think you guys could help us
out?
“Naw, that’s not my job. My job’s not to help your fuckin’ ass out.”
I mean, um, you
know I don’t have any other way to get home.
“That’s not my job, asshole.”
Well uh, could
you tell me what your job is?
“Right now my job is eatin’ these doughnuts, or
maybe…
hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you–”
– Bodycount – Smoked Pork –
