This cop is crying because some punk kids at a fast food restaurant fed him and his partner a pot-laced burger and basically got away with it because the judge was clearly a pot smoker himself (have you ever seen a judge with hair like that?) Anyway, here’s how I imagine the cop’s post-burger conversation went as they were driving around in the squad car.
Cop #1: Oh man…could you imagine, like…jail?
Cop #2: You mean, like, being in jail?
Cop #1: Yeah. Jail.
Cop #2: Oh man, no, no, no way man. That would be craazzy. Do you, like, feel OK?
Cop #1: Man, I feel fiiiiiiiiine. I haven’t felt this good since I was, like, 16.
Cop #2: Me too, man. Hey, we should go back and get some more of those burgers. They were tast-to the motherfuckin’-eee.
Cop #1: I’m so high right now. Let’s run some red lights and beat up some homeless dudes.
Cop #2: What did you say?
Cop #1: Uhhh…I can’t remember. Let me see….something about…I’m so high right now and…I wanna beat up some homeless dudes?