I got the joke from a friend who got it off Facebook, so if you know it, I give credit to the poster (whoever that is). This is a BTW so no one flames me for stealing a joke. Enjoy! Please leave a review.
Antonio wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with an old towel. Exhausted from weeding his tomato garden all day, he decided to take a break. With a jaded gait, he made his way over to his porch, and with a sigh of relief, plopped down on a lawn chair. The Spaniard had just gotten settled when a low roar of an engine sounded in his ears.
Groaning, he got up and walked around the side of his house to see who it was. To his surprise, the local sheriff's car was parked in his driveway. The uniformed man stepped out of the car.
"Buenos Dias, Senor Jones!" Antonio greeted. "What brings you here?"
"Good morning, Sir. Sorry to say this but you've been reported to have been growing illegal drugs on your land, so I've come to investigate." The official said with a flat tone.
The news shocked the farmer. Who report such a dreadful lie against him? He got along with almost everyone in town. Well, maybe not everyone; that Brit that lives down the street isn't very fond of him.
"Senor, I can assure you that I'm not doing anything of the sort." Sheriff Jones frowned.
"I'm sorry, but this a serious issue, and Artie isn't the type to lie about these things." So, it was the fucking Brit!
Felling defeated, Antonio allowed to man to do his job. "But, por favor, don't go pass that gated." He warned, pointing to the area.
Jones' blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. Why wasn't he allowed to go there? A bit angered, he looked straight into Antonio's eyes, and with a harsh tone ask, "Sir, who am I?"
The question confused the other, but he still answered. "The sheriff, Senor?"
"And what does the sheriff do?"
"Enforce the law?"
"That's right; I enforce the law!" Jones stated haughtily. "I've got the authority and the law on my side." He pulled on a golden shimmering star, engraved with his name and title, pinned to his uniform. "You see this badge? This fucking badge lets me do whatever I want in my town, do I make myself clear?"
Antonio cast his eyes down. "Si, Senor. Lo siento." The official nodded and immediately set to work. The Spaniard sighed then went back to sit on his porch. After a few minutes, a girlish shriek jerked him back from his relaxed state.
The scream came from the area he had warned Jones not to go. He quickly ran over to the gate only to see a frighten sheriff being chased by a very angry bull.
"HELP!" shouted Jones as he ran across the field, trying to escape the ragging beast.
Antonio climbed onto the gate, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted on the top of his lungs, "YOUR BADGE! SHOW HIM YOUR BADGE!"