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    My friends are 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 had
    gone into the Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a
    superball in the checkout line -- 50 cents.

    What a bargain! It tickled my fancy--still does.

    That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours of
    entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?)

    I'm so easily distracted.

    That dang superball is so much fun.

    So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool
    at Larry's Pistol and Pawn last Saturday.

    The occasion was my 50th birthday and I was looking for a little
    something extra cool. 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 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 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.

    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 dog Molly looking on intently (trusting
    little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and
    thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood
    target.

    I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second
    and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all.

    But, if I was going to use this thing to protect myself 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
    bloody way!" Bloody 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, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one
    side as to say, "don't do it daddy," 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
    F**king Chit! DAMN!!!

    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.

    Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard
    before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again
    daddy, 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-B $% *H 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 nipples were still twitching.
    My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip
    weighed 88 lbs. +/- 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, rather large, kinda hairy, and
    handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em . . . sure would like to get
    'em back.

    Yours Truly.
    Bubba,f

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    A big greeny for that. I haven't laughed like that for a long time.

    Even though I knew what was coming a long way off it was hilarious picturing you zapping yourself. Good effort that.

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    i first read that about 5 am this morning. the wife heard me and got out of bed to see what was going on she was most concerned when she saw me with tears rolling down my face and what looked to be in pain when i finally managed to tell her what was going on........ well i won't tell ya what she called me

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    Where can I get em in Vic??
    Regards, Bob Thomas

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    Quote Originally Posted by goat
    i first read that about 5 am this morning. the wife heard me and got out of bed to see what was going on she was most concerned when she saw me with tears rolling down my face and what looked to be in pain when i finally managed to tell her what was going on........ well i won't tell ya what she called me
    Obviously from my post I thought it was you who was zapped. But given that the tazers are illegal in NSW they probably are also in Tassie. Oh derrrr....

    You dont need to tell me what your wife called you....I've been married long enough to guess...

    Im still smiling

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    http://www.homesecurityselfdefense.com/

    The link was at the top of the BB page.....

    Al :eek:

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    Ya might have a bit to explain to customs when something like that arrives from the US

    Quote Originally Posted by ozwinner
    http://www.homesecurityselfdefense.com/

    The link was at the top of the BB page.....

    Al :eek:

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    Well if you're gonna do something like that the least you could do is set up a video camera to film it for us to watch.

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    Definitely worth a big green one.
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    Tears are still rolling down my face, and you deserve a greenie
    ROFLMAO

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