shawdaddy
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STUN GUN ( Only a guy would do this)
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for a wife. A guy who purchased
his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking
for a little something extra for my wife julie. What I came across wasa
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. the effects of the taser were
supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your
assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.....
WAY TOO COOL! 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 disappointed. I learned, however, that if I
pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same
time: I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth
between the prongs.
AWESOME!!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie 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, Right?!!!
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I
really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving 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 cat. But, if I was going
to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I
did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
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, and taser in the 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 major loss of bodily control; a
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries
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 possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad..... I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire
testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body
in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing
over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my fac
undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!
Note; If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from you hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A
three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A.....That hurt like **%!!! A minute or so later ( I can't be
sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits
(what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent
reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. Howe did they get
up there????
My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My
face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed
88lbs,
I am still looking for my testicles!!!! I'm offering a significant reward
for their safe return.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for a wife. A guy who purchased
his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking
for a little something extra for my wife julie. What I came across wasa
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. the effects of the taser were
supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your
assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.....
WAY TOO COOL! 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 disappointed. I learned, however, that if I
pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same
time: I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth
between the prongs.
AWESOME!!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie 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, Right?!!!
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I
really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving 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 cat. But, if I was going
to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I
did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
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, and taser in the 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 major loss of bodily control; a
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries
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 possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad..... I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire
testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body
in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing
over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my fac
undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!
Note; If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from you hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A
three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A.....That hurt like **%!!! A minute or so later ( I can't be
sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits
(what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent
reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. Howe did they get
up there????
My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My
face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed
88lbs,
I am still looking for my testicles!!!! I'm offering a significant reward
for their safe return.