A pig ridin' a hog

Some people seem to believe that I let the police into the apartment unabated this weekend. This is absolutely untrue. If I remember correctly, and I do, this is how the night went.

We were sitting in the apartment minding our own business, when we heard a visitor at the door.

Being the wise young man I am, I looked through the peephole and greeted the officers outside.
While I was kindly talking with Minneapolis' finest, Crazy Pat flew in to save the day, making the remainder of us dumbfounded.
In a strange twist of events Pat actually saves the day, as we rejoice around the bonfire. Pat is crazy