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

This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their anniversary.

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop thatsparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. 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 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, 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, 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 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 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles? I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.

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Ham:

Now just how much was posted for the reward?

The reason I ask is I may have to post a reward as well, mine they are missing too.

I think I laughted them off!

LMBO

thanks ham needed that. :thumbup:

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"Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop thatsparked my interest." Htat's pretty darn funny. Why don't you save yourself trouble and go play with a light socket. About the same result and you don't have to tell everyone you got zapped by a couple of AAA batteries LOL. That's almost like admitting you got your butt whipped by a 90 pound woman.(no offense intended Ladies.) Hope you learned your lesson and glad to hear you left the cat alone. Cat'd prolly never look at you again.

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"Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop thatsparked my interest." Htat's pretty darn funny. Why don't you save yourself trouble and go play with a light socket. About the same result and you don't have to tell everyone you got zapped by a couple of AAA batteries LOL. That's almost like admitting you got your butt whipped by a 90 pound woman.(no offense intended Ladies.) Hope you learned your lesson and glad to hear you left the cat alone. Cat'd prolly never look at you again.

Ok firstly WHAT?

Lastly WHAT?

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Taser= sparked my interest. Thought that was pretty obvious. Guess no sense of humor LOL(J-k)

Smitty: Stand away from Bottle!

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Oh man....that is funny.....I thank God they didn't have tasers when I was still in my macho "I'm not afraid of anything" phase....

Great story, thanks for sharing!

Dwayne

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Somewhere on the "City", I posted a true tale of a paramedic who fired a defib in the air, giving himself a shock that knocked him down.

When everyone ran up to him and asked WTF happened, he said, "I was doing this..." and shocked himself again!

When the others picked him off the floor, he allegedly told his partner, "That would have killed a lesser man!"

Following that, as his last name was Anderson, he had the nickname of "Sparky."

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:( Yeah...I see you know exactly what I was talking about....Glad I did it, glad I don't do it any more!

Dwayne

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