Fuck Philadelphia Police!

[ncog001]

So I've been away for a bit. I thought it would be nice to take my father into Philly for some shopping on Sunday. Sadly he was sick, so I decided to go anyway and bring back his present. Fuck Philadelphia police! I get pulled over near Market street. They say my car resembled the one used in a hit & run earlier that day. I told them I'd just got into the city and they could even check that with my dad who I visited that morning. So instead of making a simple phone call, they haul me down to the station, impound my car, and process me while waiting for the supposed witness to come down and ID me. In the meantime, I had to make my poor father get out of bed and sign a statement as to my whereabouts. I only asked him to because the witness never showed up. I asked how to get my car out, and they told me they still wanted to check my car for physical damage, just in case. I asked them why the fuck they didn't check it while they had me stewing in the cell. Aparently, the guy that does that was on lunch or some shit. Then, when I finally go to get the car out, the fucker in charge of releasing cars was at lunch. I asked the guy at the counter why he couldn't do it, and he says he's just covering for the first guy. I ask "doesn't that include doing his job while he's at lunch?" He gave me some bullshit about not knowing how the key storage system works. I eventually got home, and eventually calmed down. my father's day gift to my dad was me not blowing up the police station. So in conclusion:

FUCK DA POLICE!!!