i thought i was all about firemen

i went to the police station today to inform the authorities of what happens when ignominious half-wits are permitted to drive. guarding the fort was an officer who was both charming in nature and well-formed in appearance.

sigh...

but, certainly the most appealing thing about this rogue in uniform (other than the uniform itself) was his name: constable challenger.

what a name. i half expected him to pull out a ghetto blaster and start taking his kit off. but alas, he did not.

would it be wrong to go back and request a frisking?