HOW TO: Convince her to have anal sex
Monday, April 14th, 2008 Write a comment
Here’s what works for me.
You have to condition them that sexual pleasure is always present when there is something in her ass or some kind of ass play. Even if the cause of the sexual pleasure for her, isn’t the ass aspect, it should have convinced her enough to try it. Thus, whenever messing around, always rub the outside of her asshole, usually with your thumb.
A good trick when you are hitting from behind is to rub it with your thumb without sticking in your thumb. Eventually you can kind of rub it open. It’s not by sticking your thumb in pointy side first, but like you are pressing with the ball of your thumb.
Back to the main point…
Whenever you are eating her out, or having sex and her pleasure is increasing, always have a digit there or some kind of presence. As she is getting ready to cum, slowly slide in more and more fingers or increase the presence.
You can’t do it too quick or you will mess up. Then she will equate things in her ass to ruining her orgasm, rather than contributing to them. Even if she derives no pleasure from something in her ass, in her mind, she will realize whenever she comes theres something in her ass. Thus, something in her ass can make her cum. Creating the perfect girlfriend is a lot like training a dog. Sometimes you have to trick them, but it’s out of love. The anal thing is an art, and it took me all of college to figure out.
Your chances.
85% of girls will be down with you playing with their ass and you should be able to get them to equate getting off with shit in their ass. Eat a lot of pussy, and after she’s really fucking hot, then start fucking with her ass and escalate it till she gets off. Now some chicks just freak out when they feel anything in their ass. If thats the case, dump her.
Now, when you get her to let you have anal sex, make sure she’s drunk and make sure you put more oil on that shit than an F-1 car. Take it slow, and don’t go more than half way in the first time. Even if she’s digging it, take it slow. Don’t comment on there being any shit on your dick, even if there is, and tell her how sexy she looks.
About Her.
What you are trying to do is subconsciously equate her being beautiful (or funny, or smart or whatever it is she wants to be) with taking it in the ass. You know what sells to your girlfriend. You want to equate that action with whatever she wants to be. This works for anything.
Learn how she wants to be seen, when you want to reinforce that behavior. When the behavior is present, you make them feel how they want to feel. Again, it’s an art and it takes practice. You know, you really gotta dog a chick when they do what you want.
A big part of the fun of doing a chick in the ass is you get to give them grief about it, and ’shame’ them for it afterwards. Don’t do this after the first time. Don’t do it after the third time. Wait until it’s on the menu for sure.
Let’s say you are sitting next to her with an audience of her parents. Lean into her ear and whisper, “(insert her father’s name here) daughter just had a big angry cock in her ass” Watch her choke on her water and laugh to yourself.
Signs to Watch.
Remember, NO means NO, except…
- if she says it in any of the following ways you’re good - whispers, teasingly, jokingly, as she pants from the sex, as she is bouncing still on your cock, as she pushes herself back onto your dick.
- if she says these you aren’t - ouch; stops the sex altogether and says no; punches your throat; starts crapping all over; pukes on you…
You’ll know if she likes it because if she does she’ll be going double time. If she doesn’t, she’ll be crying, so 50/50.
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The Power of Online Dating
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008 Write a CommentWhy Internet Dating?
I’m a skinny guy, bout 6′3, by no means ugly, but by no means a bulging muscle bound model. I’ve always been a little shy, which is fine, always been a little awkward in social situations, never had much confidence in myself around women.
I had NO luck with dating. When I was 16 I got lucky and landed a girlfriend, and we were together for 3 years, but after that, I went 3 years without even 1 date. Partly because I was consumed with work and partly because I was turning women off with the way I acted around them.
But about 2 years ago I got fed up with being dateless and looking around and seeing UGLY guys with girlfriends and in most cases HOT girls. I thought if these guys are meeting these women and they’re not rich, successful or even good looking, I must be doing something wrong.
What these guys had that I didn’t have was the right attitude, the right frame of mind, and I get into this in the next chapter. So I learned everything I could about women, psychology, what makes women attracted to certain types of guys and I even read a book called “sperm wars” which is all about evolution.
I now am able to meet, talk to and date beautiful women like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do, and the only thing that changed about me was my attitude and the skills and knowledge I learnt from making lots of mistakes. I didn’t get more attractive, I didn’t become mega rich, I just learnt to be what women want.
Step 1: Understanding The Law Of Attraction!
For women attraction isn’t a choice, they either feel it for you or they don’t, it’s that simple. If a woman doesn’t feel attraction for you from the start, they more then likely never will. You cannot convince a woman to feel attraction for you. Let me explain, Just because you’re rich, attractive, successful, drive a nice car, take her to fancy dinners, buy her expensive things, that won’t make her feel attraction for you. I know, it’s not logical I get it, but women don’t choose mates on logic. They might say they do, but they don’t.
Women choose mates by their level of attraction they have for them (unless they are money hungry women after you for only your wallet) and not for what you can give them in return.
Men seem to think bribing women with gifts will make them fall in love with you, but it has the total opposite effect, women see this as you needing their approval because you don’t think you are worthy enough to date them without having to buy them things in return.
Why do you think so many women get into relationships with bad boys who treat them terribly? Because these guys trigger an attraction inside these women. It’s not logical, I know, but it’s a fact. I’m not saying you have to treat women terribly to make them feel attraction for you, but you don’t have to cater to a womans every need.
Women would rather date a poor guy with no money who’s charming, funny, cocky and just a fun date then a guy who’s rich, buys them things and is stuffy and boring. Women want what women want and you can either be what they want or be what they don’t want, it’s your choice.
This isn’t about changing you to suit women, it’s about showing you that you don’t need to do all these things to make women attracted to you, you don’t need to bribe them, you don’t need to stress if one woman doesn’t like you, this is your life, you choose who you date, not the other way around.
What Women Want
The problem is this isn’t exactly correct. These women aren’t lying when they say they want these things…. on the surface they do, because it makes sense, it makes sense to want a guy like this, but on a subconscious level, they really want a man who takes control and acts like a man should
So what qualities do women want in men?
Men! Read and understand this and hardwire the next statement into your brain! What women have always wanted and always will want are men who act like men! NOT wussy boys who hang on to their every word and seek their for approval for every darn thing!
I know this sounds harsh, but it’s true.
Have you ever noticed the following?
When you give a girl a compliment or tell a girl how beautiful she is she shy away from you ? BUT when you notice a flaw about her she will get more involved in the conversation and take you more seriously.
Have you ever noticed….
When you buy girls gifts and take them to expensive dinners they end up later that night thanking you for a great evening and going out with another guy? But if you just go for a quick drink and act like you are equals she feels attracted to you because you’re not catering to her every whim.
Have you noticed when….
You call a girl often after a date and she seems distant and funny but when you don’t call her and you act like you’re busy and could live with her or without her, she won’t stop calling you. Women don’t want to be catered to, hounded, and treated like princesses or any other rubbish your mother told you about dating.
What Women Want From Men
This is from my experience what women want from a man …..
They Want You To Be Confident
They Want You To Take The Lead
They DON’T Want You To Get Emotional
They Want You To Be Fun With No Hang Ups
They Want You To Make Them Laugh
They Want You To Make Them Wonder
They Want You To Be Interesting
They Want You To Know What You Want From Life
Want to learn how to do those things…. read on!
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Pics from Saturday - Hot Import Nights Los Angeles
Monday, March 24th, 2008 Write a CommentI flew down to LA this weekend to do a few projects and attend the Hot Import Nights car show at the Los Angeles Convention Center - fun times:
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Amsterdam Red Light District Part 2
Monday, March 24th, 2008 Write a CommentMore from the Red Light District
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AMSTERDAM: Red Light District - Part 1
Sunday, March 23rd, 2008 Write a Comment
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Most embarrassing sexual experience
Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 Write a CommentI had my most embarrassing sexual experience while I had a head full of acid.
Shortly after taking a few too many squares on the tongue, I found myself alone in the living room of a house which several of my friends rented. A space-themed porn was on the TV; a late-70’s or early 80’s porn, in which the porn stars and starlets floated about in some type of spaceship.*
I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my left hand, made from roughly one jar of peanut butter, and one jar of grape jelly. I decided that my best bet would be to kill two birds with one stone and masturbate while I ate this sloppy sandwich, a good third of which had already found its way to the floor.
Because everything had to be done quickly, quickly, I began masturbating at a faster pace than I usually take, my head swimming with LSD. I was alternately biting into the filthy sandwich, peanut butter and jelly covering most of my face, then quickly attempting to concentrate on masturbating. The space porn was not helping much, and neither were the taxidermied crows and other random animals hanging from the walls in the room.
After a few minutes, I became very concerned with getting caught in this “not-so-fresh” state, and somehow finished masturbating. Then I finished eating my sandwich. I pulled up my pants, painted with baby batter, peanut butter, and jelly, and waited for my friends to return. I was not caught.
Do you need to be caught to be embarrassed by something you’ve done? Absolutely not. If you think otherwise, what do you think the jelly was?
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My story - Part 3 (Freedom)
Thursday, March 20th, 2008 Write a CommentThis Isn’t TV
Its not like in the movies where you see everything in black and white. This guy is a good guy or this guy is a bad character. One guy is a scum bag and one is a hero. When you grow up in what could only be described as a “gang” in today’s definition, you band together with your friends and neighbors primarily for brotherhood and protection against a violent world.
When the guy next to you is going down the tube before your eyes as a kid, you don’t see it. When your friends around you grow up to be career criminals, it seems normal. I don’t see where most of these guys were ever taught any better or ever know any other way. They, unfortunately, seem more normal to me than a professional who grew up in a house with two parents and drives a Cherokee to the office every day.
Garbage in, garbage out
In college my professor taught us a common saying in the programming world; “Garbage in, garbage out.” Simply put, if you write bad code or input bad data, you will get bad output. This is certainly true with kids too.
This rag tag bunch of city kids I ran with, never had ANYTHING but garbage put into their heads from all directions. How can anyone expect anything more than garbage out of them in return. Its another case of the chickens coming home to roost.
I hear the canned conservative mantra over and over again of “personal responsibility.” What does the bastard son of a wife beaten prostitute and a disapearing junkie father supposed to know of responsibility? As I stated earlier, we are all born innocent until our innocence is stolen from us (some younger than others).
These kids only sense of responsibility is to survive by all means necessary. To them, life is a war zone and the neighborhood is a battlefield. Cliché? Maybe to the UNinitiated. Unfortunately, it’s a metaphor that is all too real for millions of children in America. One that I can relate to all too well.
Then there was Freedom
I remember when this one new kid started hanging around the hood in 75. He was this funny looking, chubby, mixed kid. His name was Anthony. he had a big pimpin afro and was yellow in complexion with big glasses. In other words, he had to become a tough guy or he would suffer a slow death in that environment.
He was the first “Prison house lawyer” I ever met, by the time he was only 12-13. 25 years later, I helped get him a moderator position on DA.com. He was known as “Freedom”, the speaker of truths, fighter for minorities, hater of many.
Some backstory.
One day, we were all playing and this kid Johnny started bullying me to exert his dominance like an up and coming wolf in a pack might do. Despite his slight build, he had a cockiness and confidence about him that intimidated me back when I was still green. Thinking back, it must have come in part from his being a small guy and in part from defending himself from his much older alcoholic brother Jody, whom I once saw hit a wino in the head with a baseball bat for fun.
Jody’s wild long red hair and base ball wielding reputation would strike fear into our young hearts! How strange, I thought, the day I saw Jody crying like a baby when Johnny got hit by a car in front of my house. I can still see him there with half his face missing. The well-traveled city streets and rat and wino infested alleys were our only play grounds.
Anyway, we were playing in the alley by trying to break out street lights with rocks without breaking to many windows in near by apartments or cars (not that we cared). Anthony saw me getting pushed around and said “hey, don’t take that from him, he is a punk” as he proceeded to push Johnny down onto an old mattress left to rot in the alley.
Johnny sheepishly jumped up saying “alright, come on man, be cool.” This amazed me to see since I never thought of Anthony to be that tough at the time. Then and there I began my transformation from a sheep to predator. It was a lesson “Freedom” soon would regret as I quickly moved up the ranks of the “Grace Street Gang” and soon began to punk him out with routine displays of pain and humiliation for years to come. 
It was also the beginning of a life long friendship.
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My story - Part 2
Wednesday, March 19th, 2008 Write a CommentCity Boys
I remember as a child how when we first moved to Grace St. (AKA suitcase alley) in downtown Richmond in 74. I thought that I had been dropped of in hell! The rows and rows of mid 19th century brick houses that were converted into flop houses and low rent flats all had this insidious smell the never leaves you. It was a combination of roach dung, insecticide, old wood, urine, beer, vomit and human stench that fill the halls of EVERY apartment I visited. The halls were filled with the ever present echoes of shouting and fights.
All of my friends had parent (s) who were either prostitutes, drug users, winos, physically abused or all of the above. I remember often roaming the cobble stone alleys or playing stick ball (with a rock) and stumbling on someone’s dad sleeping on some cardboard.
There were times we went days without a decent meal and we had no TV or car. Yet, I always thought we (my mother and I) were well off because we had love, stability and sanity my friends never had. It gave me a real sense of security in an island of chaos and insanity.
The eye of the storm.
Due to this tenuous sense of stability my mother provided, I always felt like an observer in life. It was like being an outsider to this life of poverty and deviancy. I stopped short of many of the petty criminal acts my friends would do, on moral grounds. Unfortunately, I all but dropped-out of school for a while in 4th grade and did take to weed by 14-15.
Most of my friends never made it to high school. Who could blame them? 25 years before Columbine, we had random acts of violence EVERY DAY that never made the local news.
More gritty details
It’s no wonder these kids turned to drugs for escape. Their lives needed some kind of escape. Drugs were everywhere in our neighborhood. Often, one wouldn’t need to leave their own apartment building to score.
As an example of how pervasive drugs were in that culture; we (at the tender age of 10) would search up and down the alleys amongst the trash cans and evicted furniture in the dirt covers of back yards, to find hypodermic needles. We would break the needles off and use hypos as squirt guns for fun in the scorching sticky southern summers. No one had air conditioning, and a fan was a luxury.
My feelings.
No, I didn’t feel like “cream” has risen to the top. I feel my friends were never given a fighting chance in life. While we all had the same opportunities (or lack thereof), I feel my parents middle class values gave me the edge.
All my friends were born into a family cycle and culture of poverty, I on the other hand, was born into it a circumstance. My parents grew up in the burbs and through a series of incidences and poor choices we ended up in suitcase alley¨ (read skid row). This background is what I believe gives me my unique perspective and empathy for those less fortunate. Without this unique perspective, I would not be able to share and relate this shadowing world with you all.
Reminder Indeed
Drugs in moderation? Sure, but don’t kid yourself. Been there done that. I moderated 13 years of my own life away. It’s the exception and not the rule people are able to moderate their behavior in such a way. It’s a slippery slope and once you start down that path, you don’t see your side often until you are at the bottom. Natural is the way to go, being high is a false reality and will never serve your real interest.
Project updates
How is my pet project? Which one? The more I get involved in the folks form the old neighborhood, the more I take on. The guy I took to NA (Jr.) is doing well. He has not used in over 20 days and is really looking forward to getter his 30 day key chain! I am worried about him getting his tax return though. Money is a big trigger for addicts and they can go off and smoke $900 and not eat for a week in a heart beat.
He still refuses to clean his one room flat though. I wouldnt let a farm animal live in that filth. I promise you, you will never see or small anything like it no matter how bad you college roommate can be. He is still in love with a prostitute who is really bad for him though. She is 8 months pregnant with some John’s baby and shooting up! She comes over to his place and begs him to smoke rock too. He thinks he is cured, I think he is a man on the edge.
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When Chickens Come Home to Roost (part 1)
Tuesday, March 18th, 2008 Write a CommentThe Bio
Many who have known me on the net over the last few years know that I am fairly successful middle class family man and Democrat extraordinaire who is nuts about Mustangs. Those who really followed my threads also know I grew up in the inner city (read mixed ghetto) in pretty bleak poverty with my mother in a one bedroom flat on the bus line. They also know I was about the only white kid in a violent all black school system just after forced integration began here in the south.
I played in a popular punk band in the early 80s that toured with bands like Black Flag, and was pretty much half cocked, anti-social party boy back in the days before Nancy Reagan’s “Just say no”. After one intense life threatening situation too many (Shoot out with crack head friend) I decided to pull myself up by my boot straps (with some Fed grants 
) and go to college where I pulled a 3.67 GPA) But enough about me.
Blast from the Past
Once I cleaned up my act 10+ years ago, I had to turn my back on all my old acquaintances, neighborhood and lifestyle to move forward. I promised to do this WITHOUT forgetting where I came from. (Hence my strong demographic ties despite my income)
Recently, I ran into an old childhood friend who was a life long drug user who lives in a $75 a week flop house in the hood. (MMMMM, love the smell of urine) He is a heavy user by ANY standards but is the gentle type of guy who would NEVER miss a day of work and would litterally give you the shirt off his back in a snow storm.
He told me he wanted to get clean and have a nice family like me. This guy was a complete waste case who never would admit he had a problem. I started taking him down to NA meetings (interesting stuff too) and I bought him bags of groceries and gave him clothes, blankets and old furniture. I am VERY happy to say that he just hit 30 days clean for the first time in over 20 years and he loves it!!!!
Brutal Reality
I decided to take this guy on as a pet project this winter and in doing so he began to reacquaint me with many lost friends (including my old best friend who was like my brother growing up) I was shocked and saddened to see where these people are in life 
I was blown away by the number of people I knew who were dead from ODing, AIDs, suicide and other crap. I met one old friend who I later found out had AIDS from shooting up whom I saw eating out of a dumpster yesterday downtown. This guy was allways as nice as could be too I actually wondered if a higher power didnt put these visions in my path as a reminder to my blessings and humility.
Two of my old friends JUST got picked up for dealing coke and are looking at STIFF mandatory Federal sentences. (I had no idea what these guys had been up too BTW). Generally speaking, almost everyone I knew from my past was either dead, dying, addicted, in jail or just poor and unhappy. It was VERY sad and is/has been quite an eye opener to see just how far I have come since I changed my path (not to toot my horn by any means) and just how low the path of drugs can take a person once they have been on it a while.
Testimonial
Of course it’s easy to say “Drugs=bad, College=good” and so forth, but when you see it first hand in all its ugliness through the eyes of a seasoned adult, it’s a different story. When your 15-25 it’s a message that is easily ignored, even funny. But if you’re still doing the same things in your mid 30s+ as you were at 19, the reality and consequences of that lifestyle are devastating.
The Moral
The moral of the story? If you are a young hard headed, hard drinking/smoking/dosing live for today type, and you ever get the notion to stop — DO IT!!!!! If you think you are too smart to go down, think again. THE CHICKENS WILL COME HOME TO ROOST! It ¡s inescapable, like the grim reaper himself.
(stay tuned for finer grittier details, it gets MUCH worse)
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Marijuana improves driving ability?
Monday, March 17th, 2008 Write a CommentTwo decades of research show that marijuana use may actually reduce driver accidents.
The effects of marijuana use on driving performance have been extensively researched over the last 20 years. All major studies show that marijuana consumption has little or no effect on driving ability, and may actually reduce accidents. Here’s a summary of the biggest studies into pot use and driving.
A 1983 study by the US National Highway Transportation Safety Administration (NHTSA) concluded that the only significant affect of cannabis use was slower driving - arguably a positive effect of driving high.
A comprehensive 1992 NHTSA study revealed that pot is rarely involved in driving accidents, except when combined with alcohol. The study concluded that “the THC-only drivers had an [accident] responsibility rate below that of the drug free drivers.” This study was buried for six years and not released until 1998.
A 1993 NHTSA study dosed Dutch drivers with THC and tested them on real Dutch roads. It concluded that THC caused no impairment except for a slight deficiency in the driver’s ability to “maintain a steady lateral position on the road.” This means that the THC-dosed drivers had a little trouble staying smack in the center of their lanes, but showed no other problems. The study noted that the effects of even high doses of THC were far less than that of alcohol or many prescription drugs. The study concluded that “THC’s adverse effects on driving performance appear relatively small.”
A massive 1998 study by the University of Adelaide and Transport South Australia examined blood samples from drivers involved in 2,500 accidents. It found that drivers with only cannabis in their systems were slightly less likely to cause accidents than those without. Drivers with both marijuana and alcohol did have a high accident responsibility rate. The report concluded, “there was no indication that marijuana by itself was a cause of fatal accidents.”
In Canada, a 1999 University of Toronto meta-analysis of studies into pot and driving showed that drivers who consumed a moderate amount of pot typically refrained from passing cars and drove at a more consistent speed. The analysis also confirmed that marijuana taken alone does not increase a driver’s risk of causing an accident.
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How to make a tazer out of a 1 time use camera!
Sunday, March 16th, 2008 Write a CommentI will now tell you how to make a tazer out of those items and how to use the thing when you are done! Here are the following steps to remember…
1) Disassemble camera
2) Remove battery & film canister
3) Disable the electric charge
4) Remove circuit board
5) Add paper clips & duct tape
6) Reassemble & use
7) Repeat as needed for more tazers
Items needed: Duct tape, 2 paper clips, metal object, used up one time use camera, sharp edge.
See the tape in the picture above? Do not use that tape, use duct tape. I am stupid so I am going ahead to use this flammable tape.
*Disassemble camera
See this camera? It is a Kodak Max Flash Camera. To make a tazer, you can use any sort of camera that is one time use and has a flash installed in it. Personally I prefer the Walmart Fujifilm cameras because I can easily install it in here and it has a switch interface for the flash. I had trouble installing the equipment inside this camera. Note: Be sure the film is used up so you don’t ruin the film canister itself.
You need to remove a section of the camera. Take some sharp edged object and shift it around on the camera edges where it looks like it can break apart to remove a piece of the camera covering.
*Remove battery & film canister
See the battery and film canister inside the camera? You will need to remove those to get to the circuit board. It’s best that you remove the battery first to stop yourself from shocking your body. Next remove the film canister. You can still redeem the canister for photos at your local photo shop. If there is a little bit of film still sticking out, turn the knob on the top of the film canister so film won’t stick out anymore.
*Disable electric charge
This one is really dangerous so make sure you don’t have any flammable items near the circuit board or camera. Grab some long metal object and hold it in your hand tightly. Flip over the camera so that the lens is facing you like in the above picture.
See the green circle in the above picture? That is where you are going to place the metal object. Slowly slide the metal object on the spikes near that flash battery. After a few seconds you will see a large spark come out with a loud sound accompanying it. Make sure not to burn yourself!
Look on the area where you touched the metal and on the metal itself. You will see that it will be burnt crisp. This is natural, don’t worry about it.
*Remove circuit board
Now we are onto easier things. To remove the circuit board, all you have to do is just pull it out. Make sure you don’t break anything though or expect to use up a new camera.
*Add paper clips & duct tape
Turn the circuit board over so that the brown side is showing.
Bend the paper clips so that it’s a fishing hook. Now attach the paper clips to the metal wires attached to the flash battery as seen in the green circle on the picture above the paper clip hook picture. Bend the hook so that it will touch itself and not fall off the wires. Do the same to the other wire attached to the flash battery. Now duct tape in-between the 2 wires because if those paperclips touch each other, the tazer will not operate. Once you have that done, reassemble the camera together.
*Reassemble & use
Put the case and battery back together then bend the straight ends of the paper clip so that they look properly installed. Tape it all back together, making sure not to tape the flash button or the flash indicator.
Now try it! Remember, the tazer will only work on electrocutable things, so don’t expect to see sparks on rubber products.
Oh yeah one more thing, don’t expect the tazer to shoot out an electric stream between the 2 paperclips, it doesn’t do it here.
I had 2 slashes on my thigh from tazer burns. They were from an earlier made tazer using a AAA battery. Those wounds took almost a month to heal. When I tested it on myself, I had 2 shocks on the thigh, 2 on a shoulder, 1 on my stomach (it turned my stomach from flab to a 6 pack for a second), 1 on my chest, 1 on my butt cheek, and 1 on my back. If you use it on someone or on yourself, expect to experience a large sharp pain for a second, then some burn wounds. If you use it on metal, expect a large flurry of sparks.
*Ideas not tested
An underwater tazer. Imagine using a used up underwater one-time use camera and installing a tazer in it. Good for fishing, but may only have a 1-inch diameter in water shock.
Tazer prod. Install the tazer onto a long stick and turn on the charge. That would be a nice prod.
Tazer knife. Take the circuit board of the tazer and install it on a knife. May have damaging results. Of course it could result in large sparks.
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