Friday 2 September 2011

The Pocket Taser, Stun Gun Story


This was sent to me i was in stitches when i read it so enjoy!


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 triple-a 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 arch 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 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 on 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 reportedly 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 dummy,' 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...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, and 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, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, 'Do it again, stupid, 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.
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 get up 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.
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid!

How guys amuse themselves in supermarkets



 Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or
 boyfriend along shopping

 This letter was actually sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in
 Oxford :

 Dear Mrs. Murray,

 Whilst we would like to thank you for your valued custom and use
 of the Tesco Loyalty Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is
 considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless
 your husband stops his antics.

 Below is a list of his actions over the past few months all verified
 by our surveillance cameras:

 1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
 trolleys when they weren't looking.

2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at
5-minute intervals.

3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to
 feminine products aisle.

 4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone,
 'Code 3' in housewares..... and watched what happened.

 5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

 6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and
 told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a
 Calor gas stove.

 7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him,
 he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'

 8.. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a
 mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.

 9. October 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the
 Housewares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the
 antidepressants were.

 10. November 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly h umming
 the Mission Impossible' theme.

 11.November 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the 'Madonna look'
 using different size funnels.

 12. November 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed,
 yelled 'PICK ME!' 'PICK ME!'

 13. November 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker,
 assumed the foetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices
 again.'

 And; last, but not least:

 14. November 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a
 while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
 

What A Split Second Looks Like
























White Family Bread

I actually found this out on the shelves this morning in a supermarket, I don't think they read over the title somehow.

A Woman's Place

I actually found this at a clients house by the sink for his wife,

Thursday 1 September 2011

Scottish Couple - Jokes


A Scottish couple decided to go to Spain   to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years   earlier. 

Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left   Glasgow and flew  to  Barcelona on  Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the  hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he  decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Blackpool, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who died following a heart attack.

The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted.

The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor and saw the computer screen which  read:

To: My Loving  Wife
Subject: I've  Arrived
Date: October 16, 2008

I know you're surprised to hear from me.. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones.

I've just arrived and have  been checked in. I see that everything  has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

Looking forward to seeing  you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as  mine was.

P.S. F***ing hot down here!