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STUN GUN (Only a guy would do this!)
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Thread: STUN GUN (Only a guy would do this!)

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    Default STUN GUN (Only a guy would do this!)

    Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

    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. What I came across was a 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 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, 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 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 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 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 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 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. 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'm still looking for my testicles? I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.
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    Sorry I posted it in the wrong off topic, admin can you kindly move it over ?
    Thanks
    Gut-

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    Damn Gut, that's a hell of a story. Glad everything is okay and I hope you have found your family jewels buy now. That's something I could see myself doing. You should receive the post of the year award for this. Cheers, mike

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    That made me laugh, so your pain wasn't totally in vein!!!



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    Default STUN GUN (Only a guy would do this!)

    A e-mail I received

    Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

    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. What I came
    across was a 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 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, 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 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 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
    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 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 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. 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'm still looking for my testicles? I'm offering
    a significant reward for their safe return.

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    You posted this before, but it's still as funny the second time round!

    http://www.ww2incolor.com/forum/showthread.php?t=3992



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    "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!"

    Ha ha I love that expression.

    Thanks for the warning, this is the sort of stupid thing I would try on myself.

    Did this happen to you personnally Gutowski or were you quoting some one else?

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    No man that was a e-mail I received LOL

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    Man thats just a way to funny story.



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