Monday, February 23, 2009

Good Ol' Tazers...

This was recently posted on Military Firearm.  Pretty funny.

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the 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 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 AAA 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 arc 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) but 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 wan t 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 lo oking on with her head
Cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it stupid,' 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 heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . 




HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT
THE CRAP!!! 


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 making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to
avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. 

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? 

IT HURT LIKE HELL!!! 


A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative
thing at that point), I 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. The recliner was upside down and about 8
feet or so from where it originally was. 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 had no control over the drooling. 

Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for
Sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my
Head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my gonads and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!! 

P.S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me
With it! 'If you think education is difficult, try being stupid.

Proof the John Wayne was right!

Life is tough. It's tougher when you are stupid.
I think my cat's given me that look a few times...