If you don't
> laugh hysterically at
> this,...CHECK YOUR PULSE....this is funny.....and true.
> This was sent by
> a retired dentist.
>
>
>
> We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the
> backyard, and a few
> months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing
> dramatically in the
> entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got
> an electric fence
> and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
>
>
>
> Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply
> had, made for 26
> miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and
> drove it 7.5 feet
> into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more
> you have in the
> ground, the better the fence works.
>
>
>
> One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo
> Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push
> mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I
> knew for a fact
> that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the
> wire and reached
> down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
>
>
>
> It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it
> after all.
>
>
>
> Now I'm standing there, I've got the running
> lawnmower in my right hand and the
> 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind
> the charger is about
> the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside
> down cow on fire on
> the cover.
>
>
>
> Time stood still.
>
>
>
> The first thing I notice is my p*cker trying to climb up
> the front side of my
> body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the
> lawnmower ignition firing
> in the backside of my brain.. Every time that Briggs &
> Stratton rolled
> over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at
> one with the
> engine.
>
>
>
> It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of sh*t
> lawnmower were
> fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
>
>
>
> Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same
> time. I beg to differ.
> Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied
> 3 different times in
> less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel
> movement, where time
> is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM
> BAM BAM you just crap your
> pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between
> but in reality it
> was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big
> block Chevy turning
> 8 grand.
>
>
>
> At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds)
> into holding onto the
> fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so
> I can't let go. I
> grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ...
> but Dad always had
> those piece of shit chargers made by International or
> whoever that were like 9
> volts and just kinda tickled.
>
>
>
> This one I could not let go of.. The 8 foot long ground rod
> is now accepting
> signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river
> bottom soil. At this
> point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up
> and take it, until the
> lawnmower runs out of gas.
>
>
>
> 'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the
> tank!
>
>
>
> Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled
> into a loping run
> pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in
> it. Covered in
> poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh
> God please die ....
> Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough
> lumpy cam idle nicely and
> remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting
> for the go command
> from its owner's right foot.
>
>
>
> So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80%
> humidity, standing in my
> own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me
> that day .... he left
> me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery
> my own stupidity had
> created.
>
>
>
> I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire
> ...
>
> I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower
> was beside me, out of
> gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
>
>
>
> There were two large dead grass spots where I had been
> standing, and then
> another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while
> I was on the ground
> still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure
> and in the resulting
> thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
>
>
>
> Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a
> few things:
>
>
>
> 1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
>
>
>
> 2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right
> butt cheek (not the
> left, just the right).
>
>
>
> 3- Sh*t, piss, and vomit when all mixed together, do not
> smell as bad as you
> might think.
>
>
>
> 4- My left eye will not open.
>
>
>
> 5- My right eye will not close.
>
>
>
> 6- The lawnmower runs like a sumb*tch now. Seriously! I
> think our little
> session cleared out some carbon fouling or something,
> because it was better
> than new after that.
>
>
>
> 7- My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are
> almost a foot long.
>
>
>
> 8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while
> thinking of the
> number 4 (still don't understand this???).
>
>
>
> That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for
> things. I
> appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple
> check to make sure
> the fence is unplugged before I mow.
>
>
>
> The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over
> the fence, I can
> clearly visualize what my security system will do to him,
> and THAT gives me a
> warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to
> triple check before I
> mow.
>
This was a story my mom and dad emailed to me and thought I would share it w u bunch of BASTERD MISFITS... The first couple of times I read this out loud I had a hard time finishing. I.had tears in my eyes..