(BTW - I totally agree)
Posted on 02/08/2008 5:10:44 AM PST by Lucky9teen
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TGIF !!
I think that we all need a good laugh this morning. A mental picture will do nicely.!
Wooooooooooohooooooooooooooooo it’s Friday! In the top 50,,,,,ooooooooooooooooooooorah!
...born in 1950. I have had fun in all so far...:)
Don’t know if this story actually happened, but it was too funny not to share.
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this :
Last weekend at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. 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 an assailant. The idea is to allow my wife — who would never consider a gun — adequate time to retreat to safety. WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded in two triple-a batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. But then I read (yes, ‘read’) that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs and I’d know it was working.
Awesome!!! (Actually, I have yet to explain to Toni 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 and blood moving target.
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.
So, I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, ‘don’t do it,’ 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 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, and 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 f ire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs.
You should know, if you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a taser,that 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.
SON-OF-A-... 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 what little wits 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.
Still in shock,
Earl .
(BTW - I totally agree)
NKOTB sucked 20 years ago...and they’ll suck now.
The 80s, save for the aforementioned NKOTB, ruled!
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2008 when...
1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.
2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don’t have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You’re reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a #9 on this list.
The 50’s,,,,,it was all about family, respect and morals.
Yep, all those sound real familiar to me. Oh and Michael Jackson was not white.
Read it before, but it still cracks me up.
That was my first time seeing it. I laughed so hard my kids were worried about me. Like I said, I don’t know if its true, but the mental picture is hillarious.
Happy Friday
What a creepy pedophile! And where is Uncle Feelyhands’ right hand? Somewhere back there behind Roger Raccoon, I see.
“The best generation? Simple. 1770s Americans. Without them, there would be no America.
Our parents’ generation, a close second!”
Well, according to my kids, theirs is the best generation ever—the smartest, the hippest, the most virtuous and praiseworthy. Grandpa’s and Grandma’s generation is the second best. The worst? Obviously mine.
Those don’t play any better over here.
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