- Mar 27, 2006
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there has to be a "how many cops/enemas does it take" joke in here somewhere, a la the lightbulb joke.
but seriously, how could no one, at any point, stop and say "hey you know what, this is probably wrong. We are bad and we should feel bad."
You'd think that at the very least, by the second time you're standing around, waiting for a grown man to take a dump, just so you can visually inspect it, there would be some kind of moment of clarity. Some kind of internal moment where you think back to all those episodes of C.H.I.P.S. and TJ Hooker that you watched as a kid, that made you want to be a cop in the first place... All those pushups in the academy... All of those hours studying... The pride on your dad's face when he saw you in your dress blues at graduation... If only dear old dad could see you now, crouched down in the sickly fluorescent light of an Emergency Room, staring at some dude's anus, waiting for something to come out, and praying that this time it will be a balloon, so that maybe, just maybe, you can go to sleep that night and convince yourself that the last few hours had been done in the name of justice...