Goofy Posted December 14, 2009 Report Share Posted December 14, 2009 A guy who purchased his wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked myinterest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for alittle something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized tazer. The effects of the tazer weresupposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on yourassailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. Iloaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing!I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button andpressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arcof electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is onthe face of her microwave.Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that itcouldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There Isat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul)while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed totry this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit, I thoughtabout 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 wifeto protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that itwould work as advertised. Am I wrong?So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glassesperched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, andtaser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shockand disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to causemuscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burstwould purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out ofwater. 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 withtwo 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 oneside as to say, 'don't do it,' reasoning that a one second burst fromsuch a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to givemyself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to mynaked thigh, pushed the button, and . .HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me upin the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over andover 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, testiclesnowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddestposition, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I hadnever heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above thefireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping allover the living room.Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, one noteof caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zapyourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand bya violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would beconsidered conservative?IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing atthat point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyedthe landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of thefireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where itoriginally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. Myface felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88lbs. I had no control over the drooling.Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and mysense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which Ibelieve came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offeringa significant reward for their safe return!P.s... My wife, can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift,and now regularly threatens me with it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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