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Posted: 9/23/2004 6:30:10 AM EDT
This story was sent to me in an email. You have to read this - it's a real hoot! I almost pissed myself from laughing so hard.


Dear Friends,

My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will
be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well,
I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true
story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled
my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I
bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd
anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my
sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized
stun gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this
product, it is a less-than-lethal electrical device with two metal prongs
designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage,
low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are
supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your
assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You
simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the
button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed,
muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen
one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too

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 so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't
need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this
particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How
disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed
the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd
get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the
prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks,
a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily
amused, just for your information, but 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, etc.,
etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not
Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a
flesh and blood 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 kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni
to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it
would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that?
Seemed reasonable to me at the time...

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, stun gun 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 loss of bodily control; a
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a fish out of water. 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 friggin' way!" Friggin'
way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what
followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head
cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a
one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all
that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't
you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the
hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always
twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the
fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY
*************! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura
ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then
body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall
waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles
nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my
body in the oddest position. Gracie 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 stun gun, one note of caution.
There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself.
You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from
your hand by ! a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're
lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh
like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt! A minute or so later (I
can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I
collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the
landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How
did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were
still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain,
as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm
pretty sure.

By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm
offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and
handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em . . . sure would like to
get 'em back.
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 6:34:23 AM EDT
ROFLMAO!!!!! damn man! thats some funny shit...
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 6:53:56 AM EDT
Dooooooop.....but still funny.
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 6:58:46 AM EDT

Link Posted: 9/23/2004 7:00:50 AM EDT

Originally Posted By Ker-Pow:
By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away.

A dupe, but still priceless!
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 7:02:31 AM EDT
That's super DUPEer!!!
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 7:07:29 AM EDT
What's even more amazing:

You're telling us about ith.gif
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 7:11:15 AM EDT
Hey, ya'll, watch this...

Link Posted: 9/23/2004 7:22:36 AM EDT
Daauuummm that was funny.
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:28:57 AM EDT
Instructions ??? I don't need any instructions !!!! It's only a couple of AA bateries !
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:36:10 AM EDT

i tried the cs gas for kicks when i was a kid
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:42:34 AM EDT
Larrys Pistol and Pawn is in Huntsville ALABAMA. Alafreakinbama! No further questions your honor.
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:45:22 AM EDT

Originally Posted By avengeusa:

i tried the cs gas for kicks when i was a kid

Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:47:20 AM EDT
Link Posted: 9/23/2004 8:56:58 AM EDT


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