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Pocket Taser Stun Gun
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I
was looking for a little something extra for my wife Sarah. What I
came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket purse-sized taser. The
effects of the taser were suppose 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 Sarah 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 could not 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, taser 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 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 will do my
best...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to
one side as 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 decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the
heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!! I'm pretty sure Jesse
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 face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do
it again, 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 your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
A three second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like hell! A minute or so later (I cannot 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. How did
they up get 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 88 lbs.
I am still looking for my testicles. I am offering a significant
reward for their safe return.
Still in shock,
Tommy
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I
was looking for a little something extra for my wife Sarah. What I
came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket purse-sized taser. The
effects of the taser were suppose 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 Sarah 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 could not 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, taser 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 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 will do my
best...
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to
one side as 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 decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the
heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!! I'm pretty sure Jesse
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 face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do
it again, 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 your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
A three second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like hell! A minute or so later (I cannot 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. How did
they up get 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 88 lbs.
I am still looking for my testicles. I am offering a significant
reward for their safe return.
Still in shock,
Tommy
It's always noon somewhere! 
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