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    • May 13, 2020 1:52 PM EDT
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      Funny ass story

       

      When we are a homeowner, it seems as if we are always trying to come up with some new and interesting way to do things that may seem mundane. We may even try to upgrade our home in some way or another, and that is where the story comes in. We want to make sure that our home is protected and the homeowner in the story, whether true or fabricated, decided to put an electric fence around his backyard. In the end, he ended up regretting his decision and you are going to get a good laugh over why.

       

      We have the standard 6ft. 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, drove 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 Walmart 6hp 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 balls 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 POS lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

      Science says you cannot crap & pee 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 POS chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

      This I could not let go of. The 8-foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the perma-damp 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.

      D*mn, 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 balls on my chest I think Oh God, please die pleeeeze 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. Poop & pee 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 sumnabitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something because it was better than new after that.

      7. My balls 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.

    • May 13, 2020 2:57 PM EDT
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      Ohhh man!!! HILARIOUS!!! 

    • May 13, 2020 3:21 PM EDT
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      hahahaHAAAHAAA Haa!

       

    • May 13, 2020 4:06 PM EDT
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      A much needed laugh!

    • May 13, 2020 4:28 PM EDT
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      Thanks. My second day at work in 7 weeks was a real downer. That there just picked me up.

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    • May 13, 2020 4:50 PM EDT
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      OUCH!

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    • May 13, 2020 7:24 PM EDT
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      another one

       

       

       
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      A First-Grade Teacher, Ms. Brooks, Was Having Trouble.

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      A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students.

      The teacher asked, “Johnny, what’s your problem?”

      Johnny answered, “I’m too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!”

      Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Johnny to the principal’s office.

      While Johnny waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was.

      The principal told Ms. Brooks, he would give the boy a test.

      If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

      Johnny was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

      Principal: “What is 3 x 3. Johnny: “9.”

      Principal: “What is 6 x 6?” Johnny: “36.”

      And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.

      The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, “I think Johnny can go to the 3rd grade.”

      Ms. Brooks says to the principal, “Let me ask him some questions.”

      The principal and Johnny both agreed.

      Ms. Brooks asks, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?”

      Johnny, after a moment: “Legs.”

      Ms. Brooks: “What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?”

      The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!

      Johnny replied: “Pockets.”

      Ms. Brooks: “What does a dog do that a man steps into?”

      Johnny: “Pants.”

      Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious, and contains thin, whitish liquid?”

      Johnny: “Coconut.”

      The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

      Ms. Brooks: “What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?”

      The principal’s eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer,

      Johnny replied, “Bubble gum.”

      Ms. Brooks: “What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?”

      Johnny: “Shake hands.”

      The principal was trembling.

      Ms. Brooks: “What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means a lot of heat and excitement?”

      Johnny: “Firetruck.”

      The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher,

      “Put Johnny in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong…… “

       
       
      This post was edited by Bill Barnwell at May 17, 2020 10:23 PM EDT
    • May 13, 2020 9:07 PM EDT
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      Bob was sitting on the plane, waiting to fly to Baltimore, when a guy took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands shaking, obviously in fear. "What's the matter," Bob asked, "flying bother you?"

      "No, I've been transferred to Baltimore. I've heard things are terrible there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public schools, and the highest crime rate in the nation."

      Bob replied, "I've lived in Baltimore all my life. It's not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, and enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place as you want to make it."

      The guy relaxed and stopped shaking. He said, "Oh, thank you! I've been worried to death. But if you live there, and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"

      "I'm a tail-gunner on a Budweiser truck."

    • May 13, 2020 9:22 PM EDT

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      So, spinster school teacher Anabelle Henderson rushes into the Principal's office in a huff, and exclaims, "Principle Watts, I've just seen Johnny Jenkins name written in yellow snow!"  Principal Watts tries to placate her and says, "Oh Miss Henderson, little boys are always doing things like that.  No harm will come of it."

      Miss Henderson blurts out,  "But, but it was Mary Kawalski's handwriting!!"

       

      Ducking & weaving, David Meashey 

      This post was edited by Dave Meashey at May 17, 2020 10:25 PM EDT
    • May 17, 2020 10:25 PM EDT
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      Oh my Lord, I have never laughed so much in a loooooong time, Thanks Gents!

    • May 18, 2020 3:53 PM EDT
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      Ok how about a graphical one:

       

    • May 18, 2020 5:53 PM EDT
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      Not only does my mind wander, sometimes it walks off completely.

       

      Some people try to turn back their odometers.  Not me.  I want people to know why I look this way.  I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved.  Will Rogers.

    • May 21, 2020 8:35 AM EDT
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      Very good!  I've read that story many times and still laugh with tears in my eyes, every time.  Tried to read it to Jan one time and it was almost impossible to get through.

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