Another Chapter in the ongoing series, “There, there, PawPaw”, we are playing with the fossils at the courthouse who just don’t want to go home with their wives.
(I feel sure that the wifes and family are tired as hell of the same old stories after one drink year after year night after night and they’re glad when the menfolk leave, well, except for Char who knows Par is just a Dawg for panties of any color forever)
Glory Days, they’ll pass you by, in the wink of a young girl’s eye……we’re sorry Parnell but it’s over, grow up, go home, we need a real Sheriff who can instill loyalty and discipline, not this bullshit good old boys club patrolling in town playing reindeer games with the locals and turning off one of their SIX body cams when they feel like it.
Par, listen to the words, it’s over.
How many deadbeats are pretending to be deputies and are reserve deputies? Good question so Harry sent of a Public Information Request to find out. Of course, we have an old Commissioner, Smith, I think offhand who is also a reserve deputy.
It’s so funny to me.
DJ does it to get trust and money from unsuspecting poor and middle class people. I think it’s a big “fluffer” for Jim Smith and the old guys, hell Parnell too.
I am sure it gives them a slight woodie to tell eachother their little stories over and over again.
Glory Days shit.
Do people still know what a “fluffer” is anymore, by the way, I’m old.
Sick of these Narcissistic assholes and their club?
Ready to get the to work out of town again like Real Sheriff’s Deputies? Jeeezuschristonacupcakealready.
We may have to get mad again and do something as the small pissed off army we’ve become.
H
Sat, Mar 15 at 6:48 PM
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I wonder how many other deadbeats are carrying a reserve license through the SO
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