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A Very Funny Story

Hello dear readers! Hope your weekend was fabulous! Now the dreaded Monday is here so I thought you might enjoy a good belly laugh.

The following post was sent to me by a dear friend a few years ago. Maybe some of you have read it, maybe not. Either way it’s a very funny story. Supposedly it’s based on truth. I tried to find the original owner of it but I couldn’t.

I re-read it this morning and it still made me laugh till tears came. I hope you enjoy it as much I do.



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 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….??

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 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

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, 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 dip shit,” 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 heck of
it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . .

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 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?

SON-OF-A-BITCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!! 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 shit myself, 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 was 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 loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me
with it!
“If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid.”

27 thoughts on “A Very Funny Story

  1. I’m wiping my eyes….this was so funny. My teenage brother played with my pepper stray (typical guy stunt), and let’s just say he never touched it again.


  2. FunnnnY!! Some years ago I had a boss who was going to by some pepper spray for the nurses who worked in the field. She asked me and one of the guys to go in the hallway and see if the stuff really works. Ha my co-worker and I went in the hallways and five minutes later told her they work. We never sprayed the suckers.


  3. I couldn’t read it all in one sitting. I lost it with Gracie’s first sentence. Then several times after. I will probably be laughing in my sleep tonight. I could see from the beginning it was not going to end well but had to keep reading. Thank you for the belly laugh and the eye wash. It made my day. 😀


    1. You are so welcome. I don’t care how many times I read it, I can picture some man doing that and I just lose it. It’s just too funny. 🙂


        1. Oh he never used it on the cat! He used it on himself. He thought about the cat for a nano second, then decided against it. I would never approve or laugh at anyone using an animal that way. Sorry if you misunderstood.


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