Back Yard Security!
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01-14-2009, 04:38 PM
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Location: Indianapolis and Toledo
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Back Yard Security!
A funny story about a guy that wanted to improve the security of his back yard.
Enjoy ******!
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 fense. Actually, I got
the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence.
I then used an 8 ft. long ground round, 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
bigwheel pushmower. 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 gigavolt fencewire 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 ***** 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, and nut 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 cant 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 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, jizz, and with my ***** on my chest I think ''Oh **** 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 **** to kill me. **** 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 were the wire had layed 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, and semen 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 ***** are still smaller than average yet they are
almost a foot long
8- I can turn on the TV in the gameroom by farting while
thinking of the
number 4 (still dont 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.
Enjoy ******!
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 fense. Actually, I got
the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence.
I then used an 8 ft. long ground round, 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
bigwheel pushmower. 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 gigavolt fencewire 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 ***** 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, and nut 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 cant 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 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, jizz, and with my ***** on my chest I think ''Oh **** 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 **** to kill me. **** 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 were the wire had layed 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, and semen 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 ***** are still smaller than average yet they are
almost a foot long
8- I can turn on the TV in the gameroom by farting while
thinking of the
number 4 (still dont 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.
