The police are on my farm.

Yesterday, a police officer came by, wanting to search my farm – supposedly because of illegal plants. I said politely, "Sure, I'd love to, anywhere, just please don't go into the outbuilding by the barn."

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, glared at me, and said,

"See this search warrant? With this, I can search ANY fucking outbuilding. Do you understand?"*

I shrugged, let him do his thing, and went back to work.

Not even five minutes later, I heard him yelling.

The guy had gone into the outbuilding after all.

The one where my bull is kept.

I turned around, saw him running – and right behind him: Bruno. Our 900-kilo cuddly monster.

I lit a cigarette, leaned casually against the fence, and yelled after him, "SHOW HIM THE SEARCH WARRANTY, Sheriff – MAYBE IT'LL WORK!" 😂😂😂😂