Thursday, March 6, 2008


I HAVE to share this with you. I mean I HAVE to, can't help myself, I am COMPELLED.

First I will tell you the source: She's a blog I just found, and when you find a good blog, no swearing, funny content, a mom with similar crap and a great way of telling it, you have to read back a little. It helps to give a sense of what the person is really like. So this blog, the name is It Coulda' Been Worse, is pretty funny. I read back to Valentine's Day, and laughed my butt off at a story she tells. Someone else's story, second time she told it, doesn't know the man's name (he probably refuses to reveal it), but I had to LITERALLY walk away from the computer TWICE because!!

If you've had more than two children, go pee before you read this. Go ahead, we'll wait. Heck, if you haven't peed in the last half hour, go, then come back, and without food or drink in your mouth (choking hazzard) I dare you to read this and not laugh. Loudly. If you are at work, and laughing loudly at something on my blog would be frowned upon, go home and read it there. But you MUST read it. Seriously!

The Perfect Gift
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 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety….


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.


Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Betty 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.

Was 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 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 OF GOD, 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 …..!!! 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 up get 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.”



Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Thanks for the warning!

Tara said...

I've read that before... a couple of times... it was really funny the first time through... glad you got a great laugh.

Stinson Family said...

What is it with us guys and Tasers. I've seen videos of guys testing them out on themselves. What a riot! I've been "touched" by electricity before. Not my favorite thing to do. I'm afraid of getting one for Sarah, I don't want her to be tempted to use it on me. I could see it now.... 'Josiah, did you take the garbage out.' 'No dear, I'll do it later' 'Don't make me get the taser out and tase you!' 'Yes dear, I'll do it now!'.

Women are dangerous with such objects!

Marie said...

Bill's response to reading it last night was to start looking around our house, apparently he was hoping to get the "reward"!!