Your badge show him your badge

A rancher was quietly tending to his chores one sunny afternoon when an FBI agent pulled up in a shiny black SUV. The agent, with an air of authority, approached the rancher and said, “We received a tip that you might be growing illegal substances on your property.

I’ll need to inspect the premises.”

The rancher, a laid-back older man with a weathered face and a calm demeanor, nodded. “Sure thing, officer.

The badge joke

You can look around, but I’d recommend staying away from that field over there,” he said, pointing to a distant pasture.

The FBI agent bristled. “Excuse me?” he barked. “I’m a federal agent! I can go wherever I please!” To emphasize his point, he pulled out his badge and waved it inches from the rancher’s face.

“You see this badge? This badge means I have the authority to inspect every inch of this property.

Showing the badge may not stop the bull, but we have something that will sure enough stop Satan when he is on the chase!

Got it?”

The rancher sighed, tipped his hat, and said, “Alright then. Suit yourself.” He returned to his chores, leaving the agent to his investigation.

About 15 minutes later, the rancher heard a commotion coming from the direction of the forbidden field.

He looked up t