Soft Boot…

Soft Boot…

I’ve only done this twice in my life and I think I will not voluntarily do it again. It can’t be that healthy, if at all.

I was at a condo warming party of one of my good friends. I don’t know how we got on the subject, but one of the guests said he had a stun gun in his car. OOOOOO! Go grab it!

Over the next 30 minutes the host of the party and myself took turns tazing ourselves for the laughter of the other guests.

Then it occurred to me, how awesome would it be to hold this to your right frontal lobe and let it rip!

I did so and couldn’t get past “O” reciting the alphabet until about 5 minutes had past. What a great activity for someone who uses their brain to do their job!

That stun gun got so many uses between G and I that night that we drained the batteries! No shit!

Several months later, I did it a an Halloween party at the guy’s house who owned the weapon, but I have no recollection of the outcome. It must have gone well, because I’m still breathing.

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