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This cop rolls up in full uniform and I’m pretty sus hoping some Karen didn’t call in some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ complaint. The cop gets out and asks if he can shoot because he has qualifications tomorrow. I’m like “cool.” He takes some garbage out of his car and is setting it up on the hill and I’m thinking “is this pig seriously practicing by shooting at garbage? I yell out “hey, you can shoot at that fresh target I have on my board” because this is just getting embarrassing, and he thanks me.
I don’t get it, can these guys seriously qualify like this? I thought he even had an unfair advantage because the target was black, and he still barely hit it.