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Bubba and The Tazer
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My friends are 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. No doubt you will see this true story
chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near future.
Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn Shop that
tickled my fancy.
Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled. I had gone into
the Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a Superball
in the
checkout line -- 50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy--still
does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours
of entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?
I'm so easily distracted. That dang Superball is so much fun.
So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool
at Larry's Pistol and Pawn Shop last Saturday.
The occasion was my 50th birthday and I was looking for a little
something extra cool. 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 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 and sparks 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.
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 Molly looking on intently (trusting
little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood
target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second
and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all.
But, if I was going to use this thing to protect myself 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: 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 triple A batteries) thinking to myself, "no
bloody way!"
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, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, "don't do it daddy," 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
******* ****! DAMN!!!
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 (I can't recall peeing
myself that completely even as a child), with my left arm tucked under
my body in the oddest position.
Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard
before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again
daddy, 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 your 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
actually, 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 the deuce
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, as
my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- 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.
Yours Truly,
Bubba
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My friends are 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. No doubt you will see this true story
chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near future.
Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn Shop that
tickled my fancy.
Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled. I had gone into
the Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a Superball
in the
checkout line -- 50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy--still
does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours
of entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?
I'm so easily distracted. That dang Superball is so much fun.
So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool
at Larry's Pistol and Pawn Shop last Saturday.
The occasion was my 50th birthday and I was looking for a little
something extra cool. 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 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 and sparks 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.
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 Molly looking on intently (trusting
little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood
target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second
and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all.
But, if I was going to use this thing to protect myself 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: 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 triple A batteries) thinking to myself, "no
bloody way!"
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, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, "don't do it daddy," 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
******* ****! DAMN!!!
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 (I can't recall peeing
myself that completely even as a child), with my left arm tucked under
my body in the oddest position.
Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard
before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again
daddy, 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 your 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
actually, 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 the deuce
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, as
my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- 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.
Yours Truly,
Bubba
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