Here is every time I ever called the cops.
Dispatcher: 911, what is your emergency
Me: The people next door are a bunch of insane freaks, it is 3AM and they are blasting music and just going buck wild or something."
Dispatcher: Would you like us to send a patrol car out?
Me: Yes, but NOT TO MY HOUSE. Go tell these freaks to STFU and go to bed.
(30 minutes later, cop knocking at my door)
Cop: Hello, what is the problem?
Me: As you can see, I am in my nightclothes and my home is dark. I am attempting to sleep. If you cock your ear you might hear Jay-Z playing at 180 decibels, and if you were to turn just 110 degrees and look 35 feet away from you, you would see a naked man kneeling in the front yard of a house yelling “I’m not going back to jail goddammit”. But thank you for stopping here and drawing all attention to me and my house.
Cop: So you want us to make a report, then?
Me: I would like you to say “Surprise! It’s a singing cop telegram for your birthday! We’re not really cops!” and then go away.
Cop: Uh, ok. Well, we will go over to the house and tell them that you asked them to keep the noise down.
Me: Really? I mean the telegram thing would probably take care of it, they’d probably be all like ‘WTF white people are into some weird shit’ and then go to bed.
Cop: No, if we’re dispatched then we have to take some action.
Me: OK, thanks then, you do that and I’ll sell my house as rapidly as possible and move somewhere else.
Cop: OK, glad to be of service, good night.