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> > To give you some background information, Rex, the

> > author of this email, is in his mid 40's about 6'4 and

> > 220 lbs and contrary to this story, he is quite an

> > intelligent person.

> >

> > Dear Friends,

> >

> > My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this

> > earth will be Something akin to "Well, I have out done

> > myself once again." No doubt you will see this true

> > story chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near

> > future. Here goes.

> >

> > Last weekend I spied something at the Pawn shop that

> > tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy"

> > is easily tickled.) I bought something really cool for

> > my wife. The occasion was our 22nd 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 AAA 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 arch 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 her 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 looking on intently

> > (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that

> > would be me, not the dog) and thinking that I really

> > needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood

> > target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog

> > for a fraction of a second and thought better of it.

> > She is such a sweet pup, 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, 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 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 AAA 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, the dog looking on

> > with her 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 ********!!!!

> >

> > I'm pretty sure that Jessie 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. The dog was standing over

> > me making 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 Tazer, 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 titties 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.

> > They're round, rather large. Miss 'em ...... sure

> > would like to get'em back.

> >

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