OK..have you ever had a weird, or funny, or serious, or bazaar thought come to mind...but never acted on it (or maybe you have)?

I'll start it off:

I was sitting here reading some of the forum posts (just happened to be sex related) and a thought was provoked by a persons post!

"Wonder What it would be like to be tasered on the tush (butt), right at the peak moment of orgasm"?

I would never try it, but it was just a thought!

What are some of your weird thoughts?

That that is one weird thought of yours.

methinks that would be an orgasm killer..kinda like a buzz kill

They just seem to come to me naturally!

Hope you're feel great today, Reg!

TASERED?...nah...however, there are many women, and some guys, who enjoy a mild electrical stimulus through "strategically placed" contacts (much like used for an EKG), powered by a small battery-pack (similar to the tingle you get when you touch your tongue to a 9-volt battery)

Of course, this is all hearsay, since I wouldn't know, personally...grin

hmmm, makes me wonder if a person could really "stop" feeling it, right at the peak!

i got a taser if you wanna borrow it, just make sure you dont waste the battery though

Now there's a novel idea....

Makes me think..I don't want to find out..ever see "Looking For Mr. Goodbar?"

I really don't think I want to follow through on my strange "wondering thought"...but thanks anyway.

I've seen it on TV 3-4 times, but never jusr set down and watched it all the way through.

I've never felt a tingle when touching my tongue to a 9 volt. Is that bad?

>>>>>'ve never felt a tingle when touching my tongue to a 9 volt. Is that bad?<<<<<<

Oh, you poor thing...your body's electrolytes are in obvious disarray. It just so happens that I have a few spare 9-volts, and (purely in the interest of human health, you understand), I will be happy to donate my time and energy (no pun intended), to putting you back on the path of personal enlightenment.

I would suggest a regimen of nightly visits (this program works best just prior to sleep), where I will slowly (slowly is better for this) introduce you to your electrolytic balance. A word of caution, however...I am not a licensed electrolytic technician, and have, on occasion, sent sparks that were totally unexpected. Curiously, none of my patients have complained about this, and a high ratio have asked for a repeat therapy the same evening.

Please let me know if I can give you a helping hand for your problem.

Or...the battery just might be a dead one...no spunk, juice, charge, etc, etc!

Don't mean to discourage your "offer to help" there, Driveteach!

lol as much fun as that sounds to be shocked (no pun intended) my husband might be a little jealous lol. you are however more than welcome to try that little theory out on my bratty cats :)

sigh...not to be, fair lady...I just LEFT California (Sacramento area) and know the high desert area well....alas, even you could not drag me back to there....grin...tell yer hubby I said he's a lucky man!

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the Wife?

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their wife a while back submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest.
The occasion was our 15th anniversary, (We had married at Christmas time), 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 AAA 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 arc 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 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.
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 dipshit,' 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 . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!

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 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 oddest position, and tingling in my legs?
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

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-BI TCH, 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 my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace.
The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
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 had no control over the drooling.
Apparently I soiled myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my
sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a substantial reward for their safe return!!

P.S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid.