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Posted: 1/11/2005 9:00:09 AM EDT
Anyone else?  What a meltdown!  I made two months' salary today -- finally closed out the put options I'd bought in November, expecting a crash back then.  Doubled my money, which I can now perhaps use to buy a REAL gun instead!  Or even several!

WooHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Link Posted: 1/11/2005 9:01:49 AM EDT
I picked up a cheap 100,000 volt stun gun.  I jab myself with it all the time for fun.  Less than a second just hurts.  I have not held it on myself for more than a second.

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Link Posted: 1/11/2005 9:06:24 AM EDT
Yeah have fun with that two months salary after uncle sam takes 15% of it. And good thing you got out now because they are gonna find pretty soon that tazers are health hazzard and restrict them. Then that stock is gonna tank and the company will go into bankruptcy. So good thing you got out now.  
Link Posted: 1/11/2005 9:25:21 AM EDT

Originally Posted By Stormtrooper:
Yeah have fun with that two months salary after uncle sam takes 15% of it. And good thing you got out now because they are gonna find pretty soon that tazers are health hazzard and restrict them. Then that stock is gonna tank and the company will go into bankruptcy. So good thing you got out now.  


You don't quite understand the concept of "puts" do you?    I bet that the stock would drop like a rock, and it did.  If I thought it would fall considerably further, then I should stay in!  But having made 108% on my money in less than two months, it's time for titties and beer!  (And a new rifle or three!)

Oh, and the feds aren't going to tax any of it;  my deductions will more than cover it.  So NYAH NYAH NYAH!
Link Posted: 1/11/2005 9:27:30 AM EDT



An oldie...
My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something like, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!"

Well, I have outdone myself once again. Here goes. Last weekend I spied something at Harder's Gun Shop that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled.) I bought something really cool for the wife. The occasion was our 30 something 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 Taser gun with a clip.

For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun 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 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 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 arc 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 the missus 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 dog Bear looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Bear) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Bear for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet dog, after all.

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? 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, 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 loss of bodily control; a and 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, Bear looking on with his 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 Jesse 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. Bear was standing over me making growling sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to hisself, "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'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-***** 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 nipples 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. Miss 'em ... sure would like to get 'em back.

Link Posted: 1/11/2005 11:14:15 AM EDT
71. Good on you dude.

The P-E ratio and market cap on that stock were way out of line. Good chunk of the stock was shorted months ago.

What was a 30-day put selling for anyway?

-Z


Link Posted: 1/11/2005 11:53:44 AM EDT

Originally Posted By Brisk322:
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An oldie...
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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 Jesse 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. Bear was standing over me making growling sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to hisself, "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'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-***** 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 nipples 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. Miss 'em ... sure would like to get 'em back.






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