Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:49 am
THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU BUY A TASER...
Stun gun....... ONLY A GUY WOULD DO THIS.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. This
was submitted by
a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser"
for their
anniversary.
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 Toni. What I
came across was a
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of
the taser were
suppose 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
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. Awesome!!!
Unfortunately, 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
could not 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.
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, 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
will 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,
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 her, "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 hell!!! A minute or so
later (I cannot 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 am still looking for my testicles? I
am offering a
significant reward for their safe return.
Stun gun....... ONLY A GUY WOULD DO THIS.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. This
was submitted by
a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser"
for their
anniversary.
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 Toni. What I
came across was a
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of
the taser were
suppose 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
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. Awesome!!!
Unfortunately, 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
could not 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.
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, 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
will 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,
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 her, "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 hell!!! A minute or so
later (I cannot 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 am still looking for my testicles? I
am offering a
significant reward for their safe return.