Your a bunch of sick bastards here, were do you get off talking like you do, electrical stimulation is one of the worst things that can happen and I have eye witnessed this first hand. It was a pleasent afternoon, the four of us had little knowledge as to the way things would unfold, we simply were enjoying each others company and a beautiful sun set. One of us seemed to be enjoying it more than the others as he had just finished smoking some pot and was on his third Bud and standing there smiling at that lovely lowering sun. My other two friends were smiling too but at each other, they being brothers and with a wave link, instantly knew what must be done. The younger of the two, reached out and grabbed the brush busting hot wire with his left hand and took his brothers left hand in his right. His brother took his pointing finger on the his right hand and placed in his mouth, he latter told me he could taste copper and I'm sure I smelled it, then with his finger completely wet he placed in the serren and traquil "friends" ear. This produced an immediate reaction in that the fellow fell to the ground, like he'd been shot, to say he was surprized would be an understatement. After I saw him start breathing again, I wet my pants laughing and almost fell on the dam thing myself, I never let my guard down around this bunch, but beleive me that guy had this coming to him for the crap he's done in the past. So when I read some gross junk here, I feel right at home.

The term is "Twisted Bastard".

I can not twist anymore, so I'll just be sick.

Welcome EWOK,I like your style.

Thanks Poletax, the incident in question happened a long time ago and since then the victim has had a stoke and cann't move around much, this makes him a better target, also the older of the brothers got dieabitis and now has just one leg and no toes. When this all started for him, he lost his big toe first and walked alittle funny, told everone who asked simply "big toe gone", heard this so much I got him a cap that read "BTG" so he could just point to it, later he was down to just three toes on one foot, went to sleep on his couch one night and his girlfriends shitdog or shitzu or whatever the hell you call them worthless things, ate the toes off without him feeling a thing, time for a new cap, this one read "ALPOFEET CHEWTOY", he threw this at me as I ran out the door, glad his dope addict girl friend had sold all his guns by then. Well its like the man who had the hog with the wooden leg, cann't eat a hog that good all at once, so they is burying him a peice at a time. If they keep whittling on him and his legs get shorter than the middle one it will be time for a new cap, "LONGER THAN MY LEGS" won't have to run too fast when I give him that one, think I can out run him easy then.

Damn! If you made this story about crats, you'd be in the running for this month's TBA.

We might have to have a run-off.

This'un aint Hollywood bub, its the "TRUTH".

I bid a fair Hello to our new friend of short fuzzy stature and wonder if you have seen Luke recently? I fear he may have taken a wrong turn for we have not seen his light of late.

I do recall the subject being one of training though, not torture. Water is far worse that electiricity BTW, I've nearly died from both.

Today I'll either die of laughter, or not. You never know...

Dan

POTYHC

www.A.QuietCalmIsDisturbedByDistantRumbles

Looky here EWOK. You just can't be coming in here with those made up things like a Shit-too eating toes off. We know those kinds of literary foils around here and cannot be fooled, well, most of us, anyhow. This is the "none of the posters, all of the time, no foolin forum". Only the truth is spoken here. Now when you get to a part that's hard to swallow like that man-eating Shit-too, substitute CAT, cat, CRAT, crat, kitty, kitten, pussy, TOM, tom, lawn leopard, ranch cougar, field lion, lap lynx, porch panther, puss, purrin'grinner, or any similar descriptive term of currency, or even historical use and we will believe you. Part of our job is to be ever alert for man(generically speaking) eating cat news reports, among our other public services. OBTW, that is also man eating cat, although it is well known that weemin & boys like to eat them too. Sort of like frogs'legs, an acquired taste. You probably didn't know all that, so this is friendly advice. Watch out for modulators though. That's another thing, getting unduly excited about electronic crat training, although plucking out eyeballs and lopping heads is quit ok. Welcome to the Frum.

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although plucking out eyeballs and lopping heads is quit ok.

EWOK--when I read the first sentence of your post I thought we had caught another troll, but lo and behold, you are really another "One Of Us" so welcome!!!

Quick word of advice--watch out for the DL.

EWOK
I grew up on a farm in the mid-west that had
electric fences. The old grab the guy next to you and then grab the fence was a common
pass time. Now we had a stupid neighbor
kid that was so dim, he wouldn't learn.
One time he decided to pee on the electric
fence. Maybe he had a little encouragement.
Anyway it was incredible. SPARKS, Scream,
immedatate stop of piss stream, and a little pecker that tucked back into a body cavity
like a scared turtle! I almost died laughing.
After recovering the now pissed at the world neighbor kid grabbed one of our farm crats
and held him to the fence
I told you he wasn't to bright

So its pussy and CAT squalling you want, ok here goes. This tale envolves the same four guys only this is one of the many reasons my buddy was treated so roughly in the other.
Old Danny, the one popped in the ear with the wet finger, was always playing his sadistic jokes on us, he was older. One hot summer Friday night when we all were in our late teens, we meet as usual at the old mill pond and Danny had picked up the local, lets say easy girl. All it took was a few beers and she was ready, one or many she didn't much care so we always drew straws to see what the order would be. Well as luck would have it little Joe got the last shot at it for the night. after we had all had our fun but Joe, the old girl was quite wet and when he started the other three of us were sitting at the fire we alway started listening to the truck springs start to squeck in rythym. Danny always covered his truck seat with a blanket and this time it was an old electric blanket that no longer worked, but Danny had spent some time working on it and when the sound of the springs started to increase, Danny disapears and comes out with his fishing box, an old crank style telephone and we knew that this was going to be fun. As the moans and grunts grew louder, Danny started cranking, slow at first and hitting in time with the spring squecks, then faster as Little Joe gets closer to the point of no stopping and then it started, CAT squalling, the more it squalled, the harder Danny cranked and the dam truck looks like it going to roll over, then out she pops like a wet bar of soap that just got stepped on. I've never heard such cussing and haven't since, hell I ran, you never know what them mad pussy's might do but if she wanted to catch me it would have been easy cause I was laughing just too dam hard. Little Joe said it was the best he ever had, still says that to this day.

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Old Danny, the one popped in the ear with the wet finger, was always playing his sadistic jokes on us, he was older.

And now you know why I am the way I am.

Dan

POTYHC

www.Electroshock.Therapy

Went to see old Danny the other day, he's still a sick bastard even though he cann't get around that good any more, uses a cane in the house and has a wheelchair for going other places. The asshole tripped me with that dam cane as I walked by, I busted something in my knee and he just laughed saying something about I'd better keep my eye on him. Well we talked awhile and I asked if he'd like to go down to the park and watch the teeball game going on, he said he wouldn't mind going to watch all the pretty young mothers there, so off we went. There is a railroad track that runs between his house and the ball field and its a fair job to push him up and over the crossing but you have to hold on on the way down but he helped with the breaks.
We stayed about an hour and he said he was getting tired so back to his house we went. While there I saw that one of the fathers was a logger and in back of his truck was a couple of greasy rags.
Now back to the top of the railroad crossing and by now I'd greesed the wheels and break handles on his wheelchair and when he crossed over I just let go of him. He had blood coming out his nose the last time I looked and I just went on home, my dammed knee still hurts.

My father tells of the time when electricity first came to the country and he used horses (like everyone) to haul corn and oats to the feedmill in the local West Concord feedmill.....The guys there had gotten used to all the farmers coming to town on Saturday to have feed ground and it was a certainty that most of their dogs followed along.....and sure as the sun raises in the east they all had to piss on the fire hydrant by the feed mill. Well there guys wired the hydrant with a ring of copper and attached it to 220 volts and all came to the feed mill to watch the farmers and their dogs come to town the next Saturday.

They're all dead now.....I think from laughing!!!

Somewhat reminds me of the time my Dad and I were leaning over the fender of my "56 Pontiac and he was diagnosing a rough running engine. I always knew he was tough--all those years of pulling wrenches and he had a grip like a vise. Well, he reached down, disconnected a plug wire, and while holding it, put his finger on my earlobe. Talk about a shocking experience. I learned to pay much closer attention after that.

btt

Went back and read this thead since it had been bumped back to the top. I really miss those guys. Reading this forum used to be one of the highlights of any day.
GWB

The BS flag is flying..I live on a farm and have mostly all electric fencing..Electric fencing is low voltage and will not carry from one person to another.

Try again sometime or perhaps your near some Gov installation or prison.

Ya you'd need to be unearthed and the victim well earthed. Even then its only a light belt.

Hey Ray - down here in Noo Zeeland - where we lead the world in electric fence technology - I can assure you that electric fence voltage does indeed travel through the intermediate , well- insulated person and zap the bejeezes out of the unsuspecting one on the other side.

Every now and then the small person in our household gives refresher courses in just that subject , although I suspect it is not intentional...

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Originally posted by Atkinson:
The BS flag is flying..I live on a farm and have mostly all electric fencing..Electric fencing is low voltage and will not carry from one person to another.

Try again sometime or perhaps your near some Gov installation or prison.

Just for your info Ray, the voltage of most chargers is between 2,000 and 10,000 volts. Although the current is very low the voltage is high so what Muzza says is true. As long as the medium is insulated the voltage will seek the nearest ground. If you're ever in WI stop in. I'll put on my rubber chore boots and give you a demonstration. Careful about hoisting the flag prematurely there.

Sorry Ray.
But it does indeed work just fine. It was a common gag when I was growing up in Idaho. And it does hurt like hell if you don't know it's coming.
Afraid you need to unhoist the BS flag this time sir.
MM

The calf sucking on my fingers sure thought it did when I grabbed the fence.A magneto is nice portable fun!

Ha .. try falling off a scaffold and landing on the taps of a 600v 800amp generator distro.
Now that really hurts.

Dare someone to piss on an electric fence. Electricity travels faster than piss.

I am sure that has been done by some ones little brother on a dare, more than once.

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Originally posted by Geedubya:
Went back and read this thead since it had been bumped back to the top. I really miss those guys. Reading this forum used to be one of the highlights of any day.
GWB

Yes it was.

BTW, this was DigitalDans last post on an AR thread.

" Yes it was.

BTW, this was DigitalDans last post on an AR thread."

Yes it was,and a lot of other Greats went with him.

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Originally posted by poletax:
" Yes it was.

BTW, this was DigitalDans last post on an AR thread."

Yes it was,and a lot of other Greats went with him.

But Atkinson remains as ill informed and as full of BS as ever.

hey gator1,

mind if I rat you out to Don as this is the sort of thing they promised to ban people for.

cordially

Rich

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Originally posted by Idaho Sharpshooter:
hey gator1,

mind if I rat you out to Don as this is the sort of thing they promised to ban people for.

cordially

Rich

Don promised to ban people for pointing out that Ray has more BS than Texas cattle herd?

Maybe if Ray tried to only talk about things he knew about instead of making stuff up he wouldn't be laughed at so much.

But if you feel that you should turn me in for my post than go ahead. It will be good practice for getting along with Obama's Brownshirts.

Ah, the old way this forum used to be...good times...good times.

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Originally posted by Gator1:

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Originally posted by poletax:
" Yes it was.

BTW, this was DigitalDans last post on an AR thread."

Yes it was,and a lot of other Greats went with him.

But Atkinson remains as ill informed and as full of BS as ever.

I hear ol' Ray is going to offer up some New Mexico trophy crat hunts. He's friends with this old nutty woman that has a half acre ranch in the middle of Gallop. No high fences, fair chase. Says she feeds hundreds of them off of her back porch and there are a few that are in the trophy 20# class. Lodging and meals are provided but just remember there could be a slight odor of crat pizz in the garden shed... er bunk house and there probably will be a few hairs in the meatloaf. This hunt is limited to two and is unguided. Hunting hours are between 5:30 a.m. and noon because that is when the landowner takes her shopping cart and goes looking for aluminum cans. For more info go to Raysbullchittadventures.com