Dear Friends,

My wife Sandy 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. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled.) I bought something really cool for Sandy. The occasion was our 9th 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, google-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 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!!! Yipeeeee. I am easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Sandy 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 Skeeter looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Skeeter) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Skeeter for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet puppy, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Sandy 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 purched 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 circumfrence, 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 have got a pretty good idea what followed. I'm sitting there alone. Skeeter looking on with his 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*******! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! 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 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. Skeeter was standing over me making huffing 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're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent trashing about on the floor. If you are lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantle of the fireplace. (How did they get there???) My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were 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 seem 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.

Name withheld

... it sux to be you ...

Name withheld,
I am sending this to everyone I know. Perhaps one of them has seen your balls lately. Emails will go as far as florida.

ouch...

I couldn't help but laugh, but I really needed one this morning. Thanks for helping some.

Oh my goodness. I read this at my desk and have been laughing uncontrollably for 5 minutes. That is the funniest thing I have read in a long time. Thanks for making a hard week bearable.

Ms. Jenni

That's funny right there. I don't care who you are, that's funny!

Lost your testicles? I have an idea where they could be: Didn't you say you've been married for 9 years? That means you lost your nuts years ago!

... after being married for 25 years mine are seldom used ... but I'll keep them just in case!

TMI BOYS!!!!!!!!!

A Taser though, come on use a little common sense, what good can come out of a guy and taser when it's just him and it's new?

Mom says don't touch the hot stove you touch it anyway......

Ok, was I the only person thinking that he was not talking about a taser at this point in the story?

Swayz, get your head outta the gutter man

So..... did you have to replace the batteries before you gave it to your wife?

He just likes to play with things

Y in the world would anyone taser themselves. Swayz i can see wat u were thinkin
i thought the same thing

thats f***ing hilarious...i also thought it was a lil vibrating toy swaz

I never have seen slowpoke75 Post again. I wonder if he tried this again and is out cold

or he packed all of his stuff in a u-haul and is searching the countryside for his nut.

This never gets old.

i forgot about this post thanx for bringin it back up.

Where can I buy one?

I really don't think you need one. I don't see anyone bothering to mug you.

bump

This is easily one of the funniest things i have ever read. Man thats gotta hurt!

Oh man, I lost it. I mean my whole family had to come and look at what made me laugh so much!!!
That is some good stuff. I am going to print it and show it to the guys I work with.

Thanks for sharing this I know it gave me a laugh and for sometime. And for those guys who didn't must not have done anything as stupid as this in their life at least not yet