One of my offspring escaped the other night. In my attempt to not be the worst mother in the world (my mother), I ran after them. A helicopter circled overhead and a nearby road was blocked by the police, but I didn't think much of it as I frantically tried to retrieve offspring #7. All of a sudden I heard a voice bellow, "THERE HE IS! GET HIM!" Just then, I felt the most horrible stinging pain in both buttcheeks and went into a mini-convulsion.
Yes, I got tased in the behind.
The worst part about this? I am not a man!
After the police realized their blunder, they apologized and continued their search for the mass murderer in the area. I laid there cold, weeping, and in a puddle. Offspring #7 sat on me and laughed.
Then he ran away again.
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I know that offspring #7 is one of the worst of us.
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