...when they are on your side.

Today I had to bust some kids for smoking pot in the change rooms at work. What a bunch of douchebags. Anyway, so I call the police (cause I'm a NARC) and the cop is doing fingerprints on the bag of periphenalia (however you spell it) and then these three 14-15 year olds start heading to the change room.

One of the kids, the obvious virgin of the group, sees the cop in the room where they left the bag, and says way too loud, "OH NO!" and then the three of them run into the other change rooms. So after the copper is finished doing what he's doing, we head to the change room, where the three douchebags are hiding in some bathroom stalls.

One of the kids eventually gets out and starts to leave, the cop is like, "Hey buddy..." and the kid keeps walking, and he's like, "HEY BUDDY!" The kid turns and freaks out, and the cop asks him if it's his bag. The kid totally rats out his friends, and the cop tells him to snag them out of the stalls. Apparently the bag where they kept the pot and what not, also had the kids shirts and shoes....so anyway, this shirtless fat kid comes out and this shoeless shirtless kid comes out, and the cop is like, this your bag?

Kids seriously look like they're gonna shit their pants. They deny deny deny, so the cop is like, "ALRIGHT FINE BY ME, LOOKS LIKE I'M DESTROYING ALL THIS STUFF!"

lol, about fifteen minutes later, I see the two kids wearing their bathing suits leaving the building. They had to walk home half naked. It was great.