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It's been over a year since I've paid a visit to coolfishing so I thought I would come back for a visit. Can you believe I haven't been fishing but one time in the last year! I know I know, inexcusable but sometimes other things get in the way.

To help break the ice I thought I would post an e-mail that a friend sent me. I haven't laughed this hard in ages.

SM :slimer:

Dear Friends,

My wife 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. And do not doubt me when I say this is a true story!!!

Here goes:......Once upon a time..... or at least.....Last weekend, I spied something at the local Pawn (no not ****...Pawn) shop that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for little lady. The occasion was another 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 Tazer 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 detructions...er... directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my annoance that this particular model would not create an arc between the prongs. It would stun no worries... but I wanted to see the blue electrical arc going from one prong to another! How disappointing!

However, I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed the gun 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. 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 Denise 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 the zap one gets from it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Spaz looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Spaz) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Spaz for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Denise 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, directions in one hand, 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 loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would supposedly make your assailant flop about 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 might heave a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Spaz looking on with his head cocked to one side as if to say, "don't do it mate!" 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 I'm pretty sure that King Kong burst 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. Spaz was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You can't let go of the button 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.) That hurt! So that one second burst I was gunna' try... was probably more like five!!!!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (They were spread out all over the room), sat up and surveyed the landscape. The directions 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, and my bottom lip weighed 88lbs. 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.

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That was good! Watched a guy at the beach do that one time! I did say one time!

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