If you could be literally anything on Perpheads what would you be?

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I have noticed that people both as civilians and very rarely the police force expanding their characters creating unique roles and careers from con artists to Detectives, Internal affairs to farmers just go wild if there is anything you want to be.

I mostly want to be a Detective in the police force but if not a Private taxi driver which I used to be or a racing driver who makes his living out of winning races.
 
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As in the serious way, farmer.

I would farm and grow (legal products) sweet corn and all that stuff a normal farmer would usually do.Actually gain money by selling your products, may aswell take a Remington or a Hunting Rifle, just incase some kids decide to trample on yer lawn and food, or if some fucking wolf decides to attack your dog or sheep.And only drive with the Ford F100 pickup truck, as, y'know, oldies.

On a less serious way, a dog with down syndrome that only sings "Michael we love you", while drive-flying with a Mac-11 shooting down nubs in a attack helicopter.
 
As in the serious way, farmer.

I would farm and grow (legal products) sweet corn and all that stuff a normal farmer would usually do.Actually gain money by selling your products, may aswell take a Remington or a Hunting Rifle, just incase some kids decide to trample on yer lawn and food, or if some fucking wolf decides to attack your dog or sheep.And only drive with the Ford F100 pickup truck, as, y'know, oldies.

On a less serious way, a dog with down syndrome that only sings "Michael we love you", while drive-flying with a Mac-11 shooting down nubs in a attack helicopter.
Hicktown hillbillys moved to farm hillbillys
 
i'd own a tank and if the mayor makes me mad, i'll crush his limo.
 
Honestly, what I tried to be yesterday and some cops will know. I was a man from 16th Century, realizing he was in the wrong place. I push down a civilian trying to kill himself (from the overpass) and get arrested. As usual, me being a man from 16th century being arrested by a black man was quite interesting. I did not comply with them, and almost ran away. But then they caught me and beat me on my legs with a baton so I don't run. I start crying and tell them I have prosthetic legs, and as an apology the cop offers me a burger but I tell him I'm vegan and continue crying.

But on a serious note, I would like to be a creepy old man who lives at hicks-town and makes his profit of fishing. I am quite crazy and if you ask me stories about my great fishing days, the list will never end. I spend my time at the pub by the docks, drinking large amount of alcohol.
 
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