"I recognize through my eleven years of training and experience as a law enforcement officer that the substance is some sort of narcotic..."

Not being able to tell the difference between meth and a donut can be a problem.

Now they will get sued.

They just need more experience with doughnuts.

Hell no. That's good money rolling in.

I hope Rushing calls the ACLU and sues the hell out of them for this one.

This is disgusting

many a clever lawyer got clients off by asking to see the police dept's calibration reports of the breathalysers.

Turns out, the machines had to be re calibrated or at least tested every few months to make sure they were working accurately.
And they usually had not been checked as required.

I am wondering how 2 roadside machines turned doughnut flakes into cocaine.
Sounds like a lucrative racket.

These fuckers KNOW that those roadside tests are completely unreliable, but they don't care. As a matter of fact, it's to their advantage. They're never held accountable for false arrests based on inaccurate tests. They're going to get the overtime pay whether the tests are valid or not, just as long as they read "positive."

It's a huge fucking scam.

The joke wrote itself.

Based on what?
Legal possession of donut crumbs?

My friends had used catnip in the truck to keep their cat calm during the trip from Michigan. I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but after the initial rush of euphoria, catnip is calming to cats.

We were pulled over for a burned out license plate light. Cop is shining his flashlight, sees some green leafy material on the floorboard. We told him it is catnip, he had no idea what that was. My friend and I were searched, his GF and her step mom were in the back of the extended cab, crying.

Finally he found the original package, smelled it, called dispatch asking what catnip was and let us go.

White privilege: I am 97% sure if we were not white that we would not have been treated this (relatively) well and let go.

cats for rescue groups using homegrown catnip for calming. I often take large bouquets of the stuff to the animal shelter. It really does help. Thanks for sharing your experience!

Derp.

Never consent to searches.

The funny thing, if any, is that he ran into the ONE cop who couldn't identify donut glaze by sight.

This is what happens when you accept one of those little Hostess powdered donuts. Soon, you need more of a rush, so you pick up a strawberry-filled cruller from Mr. Donut. Before you know it, you're scarfing down bear claws with sliced almonds, and it's just a small step from there to the hard stuff -- Krispy Kremes.

Mr. Rushing should be grateful that the alert Orlando PD saved him from the final slip into hardcore donut abuse -- the dreaded Luther Burger.


Mothers, tell your children.