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The provider of my home internet really can't seem to get its act together lately, so I've been sneaking peeks here in the DNA lab, which is expressly verboten. I'll just tell my chief that I'm researching the MC1R mutation and the awesomeness associated with it. 
Our semi-annual prostitution bust wrapped up last week, and I must say, our new redheaded vice detective got a lot of business. The johns flock to her like moths to a flame(see what I did there?) Just when they think they're getting the party started, she says the magic word, and SWAT kills the mood.
So, I think the moral of this story goes like this: Take care next time you cop a feel, because you just might be feelin' a cop. 
