Big whoop. That's nothing. At my wedding I was tasered four separate times. And there were police dogs up in my grill. There was also a cult group trying to kidnap the ring boy and the chicken cordon blue was riddled with ecoli. Then there was the band, which really wasn't a band, but a pack of rabid wolves. And did I mention I had whooping cough? Well, I did. And the best man had Tourette's. He was also an original member of the Manson Family and was just released from prison. Thought my father-in-law was Gerald Ford. That did not turn out well. So, yeah, big whoop. In fact, on average, I get tasered twice a day. Three times if I don't leave the house. Never train your cat how to use a taser. Biggest mistake of my life.

Have a nice weekend.

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