Stun Gun
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.
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 the 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 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 the Wife 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 with 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 only a fraction of
a second) and then thought better of it. She's 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 just 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 little bitty, 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 if to say, 'Don't do it master,' reasoning that a one-second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't POSSIBLY 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, 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
position, and tingling in my legs.
The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard
before, licking my face, and 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!!!
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. (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.