I want to be a corrupt sheriff’s deputy in Memphis
During the Funniest Professional in Memphis contest last night the winner in the “Law Enforcement” category (he must have been the only entrant) showed up with his friends from the Shelby County Sheriff’s Internal Affairs dept.
After being in a room with these trailer park rejects I can only assume that if I were a sheriff’s deputy I could easily and with zero fear get away with selling heroin out of my squad car in the Wolfchase Mall parking lot in-between fuck sessions on the hood with 18-year-old Catholic school girls.
One woman who thought people cared to hear what she had to say because as a child her daddy was interested in giving her 3am snatch poundings would not shut the fuck up. She acted like she thought people paid to see her, but nobody would pay to see her unless it was 20 years ago and a donkey was involved.
The “comic” who brought these people would not shut his cock receptacle of a mouth during the real comedian’s sets even though his material was about as funny as his mom’s testicular cancer.
These back wood cunts thought that if they interrupted every comic other than their anal leaking, intellectually pre-pubescent donkey punched ass whore friend that he would win. Fortunately for the universe and the well-being of all senescent beings their crack induced plan failed.
If you know a corrupt deputy, give him or her a hug. They deserve one for having a functional brain.
