The Taser

(Note from Nate): I did not write this but I found it extremely funny as I have recently purchased a similar device for myself and my wife as is described in the story below. Just a suggestion, do not read with a full bladder. Enjoy!

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!

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 tazer.

The effects of the tazer 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 AAA 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 then 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, and tazer 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; and 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 (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA
batteries); pretty cute really, and 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 so as to say, ‘Don’t do it stupid,’ reasoning that a one second
burst from such a tiny lil 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 … WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE …..!!!

I’m pretty sure Hulk Hogan 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!

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 had crapped in my shorts, 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
testicles and I’m offering a 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!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!

ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS

Thief-in-Chief

Uncle Obama

Harry Reid, Gardener Extraordinaire

Springtime is upon us! It’s almost time to get out there in the yard and start to cultivate and grow stuff. WooHoo! I love this time of year. I love the smell of cut grass and damp dirt.One thing I’ve always found a little funny is the types of food plants like. Who would have thought that if you put crap on plants it grows better. Who thought of that?! That first time was a little risky if you ask me.

Unfortunately, the way you get a good crop from plants is the exact opposite way that you get a good crop of people. We’ve all heard the proverb, “Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future.”
If people are surrounded crap they stink. And all us normal people don’t want to be around them. And when they get all their ideas from crap, their ideas are crap. And when there ideas are crap, we normal people want nothing to do with them.

Harry Reid, you and your ilk are CRAP!

Harry flanked by evil bastards Chuck Schumer and Chris Dodd

You have surrounded yourself by evil people. You believe their crap and now want to make us eat their crap. The bad news for you, Harry, is that we’re people, not plants. But I do concede that you would be one hell of a gardener, what with your talent for finding the rottenest, stinkiest crap in the world. Too bad you picked politician/evil bastard as your career choice.

I really try to reserve judgment on people most of the time, especially if we disagree politically but have similar religious beliefs. That’s a sensitive area. But this week after reading comments -by comments, I really mean self-proclaimed delusions- by Harry about the passage of the Heath care abomination. I had to wonder how two people who agree on the majority of religious issues can be so at odds with governmental issues. The conclusion I came to is that… I have no idea. I cannot understand how Harry can reconcile his morality with the immorality of this legislation, not to mention the horrific corruption of the process.

The bottom line is that I can no longer give Harry a ‘pass’ that we just disagree on some issues. I think Harry is a bad dude. Look who he is surrounded by. Socialists. Liars. Criminals! They would be in jail if they had to abide by the laws they set. Look at the fruits of his works. Look at the means to his ends. Crap. Crap. And crap.

Harry, you are an evil bastard. I’ll let Ted Kennedy know to save you a seat in case he hasn’t already.