Nigger Alert! Nigger Alert! Nigger Alert! Captain Kirk to the bridge!
Got dispatched to a Nigger 911 last night. A little background- Old native woman has an idiot pot head son who decided to drill oil. Pot head son is an idiot because, well firstly, he drilled oil and secondly because he bought a vintage 1971 Bronco and sawed the goddamn top off of it. If that alone doesn't qualify you as a fuckin' idiot, I don't know WHAT does. I guess the only thing left for you to be good for after that would be drilling oil or burning coal.
Idiot pot head girlfriend- Half nigger, half native who squirted out 3 Quarter Sprogs with this oil drilling loser. Well, grandma moved these losers in with her, which shows how fuckin' bright she is.
So here's the call- Yelling, screaming and fighting going on at the residence. I roll in code 2, shut off lights, hit my recorder and enter the residence through the open door. I asked what is going on. The grandmother explains to me that the 8 year old Quarter Sprog is screaming at her retarded parents to go out to the car and get her CD. They won't do it. Probably because they are too high and fuckin' lazy since neither of them have jobs (imagine that). The idiot pot head son is saying the same thing but whining because grandma doesn't like the idea that the 2 parent/things yelled back. So I start getting this all too familiar pressure on my brain that causes a voice in my head to ask the age-old universal question that has plagued mankind for millennia- "What the FUCK! am I doing here...." I wanted to say- stop drilling oil and smack that little quarter sprog's skull open. But I kept my mouth shut. I issued Disturbing the Peace warnings and went back on patrol. Nigger parenting at it's finest here, folks.....
