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Hey, you want to elect me county sheriff? No focking problem. I can right now promise you that me and my guys and gals when patrolling Milwaukee County's sanctified freeways, highways and cul de sacs what the fock, will be duty bound to sound the siren and pull-over to the side of the road any kind of vehicle sporting Illinois state license plates, whereupon all passengers in said vehicle will automatically receive a three-figure citation—not to mention what I'd euphemistically call a little "discipline session"—for polluting our fair county with their manure Bears-Cubs-Sox sentiments, I kid you not.
Hey, you want to elect me county sheriff? No focking problem. I can right now promise you that me and my guys and gals when patrolling Milwaukee County's sanctified freeways, highways and cul de sacs what the fock, will be duty bound to sound the siren and pull-over to the side of the road any kind of vehicle sporting Illinois state license plates, whereupon all passengers in said vehicle will automatically receive a three-figure citation—not to mention what I'd euphemistically call a little "discipline session"—for polluting our fair county with their manure Bears-Cubs-Sox sentiments, I kid you not.
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