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    1. #1

      Join Date
      Jan 2007
      4457 times

      Talking In the name of curiosity............

      I have seen this before.To be honest it does not even have to be true to make you laugh and wince at the same time.

      Also read elsewhere - honest!

      My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be
      something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have
      outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled
      in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

      Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my
      fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought
      something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I
      was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came
      across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For
      those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a
      less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an
      assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you
      flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no
      long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time
      to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed
      assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering,
      goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never
      seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out-way too

      Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two
      triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
      so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin'
      directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not
      create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for
      effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it
      against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting
      back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did
      so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!!

      Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet
      to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

      Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
      couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There
      I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little
      soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking
      that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I
      must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and
      thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was
      going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did
      want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I
      wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. . .

      So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses
      perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer
      in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
      disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle
      spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly
      make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

      All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long,
      less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two
      itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!"

      Friggin' way-trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

      What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those
      of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm
      sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as
      to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a
      tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking
      under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a
      one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is
      like hindsight-always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad
      decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't
      ya hate that?)

      I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY s**t!

      DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the
      front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the
      carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
      fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet,
      with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Gracie was
      standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my
      face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: if
      you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution.
      There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're
      not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a
      violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't
      dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)
      SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was
      a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had
      left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the
      mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh
      and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up
      with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or
      two, I'm pretty sure.

      By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm
      offering a reward. They're round, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so
      myself. Miss 'em; sure would like to get 'em back...

    2. #2

      Senior Member
      Join Date
      Dec 2006
      Reynella East, SA
      181 times
      Quite possibly the funniest thing I have read in a long long time!

      I laughed so much by family thought I was having a seizure and rushed in the room to save me!

      Thank you Tyke

    3. #3
      I cried reading this, mainly because its sort of thing i would do.

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    5. #5
      OMG, that is so funny. Haven't laughed so much for quite a while!


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