lspencer534
07-15-2013, 3:51pm
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I purchased this after I was confronted by sone punks demanding that I hand over my money. I'm a fit guy, but I saw that I was no match for them, so I handed over my money. The day after I bought a Knuckle Blaster Taser I went to the very same Wal-Mart parking lot where I was mugged. I approached the group of hooligans standing outside the front door, concealing my weapon.
I said, "Remember me?".
One of them looked up and said, "Have you come back to buy some more Samoas or Thin Mints? My Girl Scout Troop really needs to raise more money."
I said, "You're not taking my money this time!". I whipped out my Knuckle Blaster Stun Gun and shouted, "WRONG MOVE, BITCH!". The five Girl Scouts ran away screaming.
As I pounded my chest in victory, I accidentally activated the stun gun and applied 950,000 Volts to my right nipple. I woke up about 4 hours later to the sound of heavy foot steps. Thos Girl Scouts had brought their fathers. But I was ready. I lunged at the largest one with a cry of "RAZZLE FRAGGLE!" and hit him in the stomach. He fell to the ground like a fat kid on a jungle gym.
As the others began to circle around me, I changed my technique. Holding both of my hands in tight fists I raised my arms to my sides and initiated the helicopter twist. They all backed off, fearing my impressive RPM. After a while I started getting dizzy, and one of the fathers tried to tackle me. As he ran toward me I just stood there, all dizzy and queasy; time was going real slow.
Then I remembered: I had eaten lunch at Chipotle, and the burrito was fighting its way back up. I turned toward my enemy and launched a stream of projectile vomit at him, knocking him to the ground. Then I began singing, "Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the.........FLOOOORRRR!".
I grabbed my Knuckle Blaster Stun Gun and shoved it into my mouth, running headfirst at my foes, electrocuting them with my teeth. Eventually they were all unconscious, and I walked home victorious.
I purchased this after I was confronted by sone punks demanding that I hand over my money. I'm a fit guy, but I saw that I was no match for them, so I handed over my money. The day after I bought a Knuckle Blaster Taser I went to the very same Wal-Mart parking lot where I was mugged. I approached the group of hooligans standing outside the front door, concealing my weapon.
I said, "Remember me?".
One of them looked up and said, "Have you come back to buy some more Samoas or Thin Mints? My Girl Scout Troop really needs to raise more money."
I said, "You're not taking my money this time!". I whipped out my Knuckle Blaster Stun Gun and shouted, "WRONG MOVE, BITCH!". The five Girl Scouts ran away screaming.
As I pounded my chest in victory, I accidentally activated the stun gun and applied 950,000 Volts to my right nipple. I woke up about 4 hours later to the sound of heavy foot steps. Thos Girl Scouts had brought their fathers. But I was ready. I lunged at the largest one with a cry of "RAZZLE FRAGGLE!" and hit him in the stomach. He fell to the ground like a fat kid on a jungle gym.
As the others began to circle around me, I changed my technique. Holding both of my hands in tight fists I raised my arms to my sides and initiated the helicopter twist. They all backed off, fearing my impressive RPM. After a while I started getting dizzy, and one of the fathers tried to tackle me. As he ran toward me I just stood there, all dizzy and queasy; time was going real slow.
Then I remembered: I had eaten lunch at Chipotle, and the burrito was fighting its way back up. I turned toward my enemy and launched a stream of projectile vomit at him, knocking him to the ground. Then I began singing, "Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the.........FLOOOORRRR!".
I grabbed my Knuckle Blaster Stun Gun and shoved it into my mouth, running headfirst at my foes, electrocuting them with my teeth. Eventually they were all unconscious, and I walked home victorious.