Pull into Gyro’s and freak. You’re a cop in this town and it’s the only place you and your punk-ass brothers in the department eat @–meat makes an animal out of you.
Tell Randy to make you a King Cobra Kong with extra meat. There are 4 patties on the bun. They call it a Gee-row, not Gyro.
Your glad you’re going to retire next month. Hell you’ll be almost 42 years old. With the full benefit plan you’ll be getting along w/ your inflated pension, you’re happier than a pig in shit(it’s not hoo u no, it’s hoo u blow).
Your twin brother is a fireman and he’ll be cashing in too. You’re both going on a long vaca to Africa. Hell, you might even stay there.
Now they’ve got these-un new cameras that clock your speed- shit, we ain’t got to do nothin no more. That’s alright, my brothers deserve it.
I love America…