Watch out, because there's a thousand different assholes. There's the quiet, peaceful asshole, who knows he's an asshole, and doesn't **** with nobody so nobody tries to **** with him. He goes his own way without breaking anybody's balls.
"How do you do, Inspector?
We were just talking about you.
And there's the asshole who thinks he's a genius. He keeps **** things up, and you have to trail him, getting the shit straight. Well, of that kind of assholes I happen to have two instead of one: The judge and my colleague from the 18th, that I'm still not sure if he's an asshole, a son of a bitch or a combination of both.