Barry is a cop

Look at the delight on my brother’s face in this picture!
It’s wrong that he get so much pleasure by using his cop moves on his baby sister?

Now look at sweet innocent me with my arm all jacked up. I put up with this FOR YEARS. YEARS PEOPLE! YEARS.

Yes, you might have had a brother or maybe two that picked on you. I HAD THREE. I was abused.

Alright, alright. I guess the picture that mom DIDN’T take was of me taunting my brother into a fight.

I think I called him a sissy la-la or something not too flattering. I might have said something about him being short and a total wussy.
I think I might have called him a donut eating piggy-snort-snort. I don’t remember.

How often do you get to call a cop sissy la-la and NOT get thrown in the back of a patrol car?

I rest my case.